Staring At Ashes
The morning I woke in your arms, I asked you
to close the curtains round the bed of our bliss -
and you did.
The next day I tore off the covers
trying to give you your comeuppance
to push past perceived reluctance
what a petulant, brash, fussy fit.
Now shivering and stripped and cold,
I wonder will we ever nestle again
under the blanket of love,
like that Sunday of old.
Copyright © Sasha K | Year Posted 2010
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