The Matrimonial Bed
The walls and the couch are my dear friends
Tucked all day in blankets and sheets
Holding direly to my fragile heart
Worried about what tomorrow holds
Scared of what the night may bring
And from the window a shadow of hope flickers
Of what pleasure might be out there
I envy the giggles from the kid's room
And the serenity in the room the nanny sleeps
Wishing one day to swap with the other fellows
Maybe I may have some sort of peace
For i have nightmares during the day
Of getting socked in tears and cold blood
And i bet i am closer to it everyday
There are silly squabbles at times
Those i swear i can handle
But fights and threats of gun fire
These ones scare me to death
And the deafening silence at times
That too i can't wink an eye for once
Afraid that i may woke up in the morning
With a choked body lying dead on me
For i wouldn't guess what those two
Would be planning to do each other
When they are mum in their on heads
There are a couple of times though
That are sweet and as they are beautiful
When they are calling sweetheart back and forth
Rolling ,cuddling and kissing each other
Those moments i feel like i am really sacred
Tempted to embrace them and whisper love rhymes
And i would close my eyes, open my ears
and enjoy the sweet groans and the moans
These are the pains that i live with
And the sweet moments i cherish
But i guess i am damned and screwed to be what i am
For the greater part i go through disaster
And wish i was a different kind of a bed
Maybe a flower bed, a river bed
Or at the least a bunk bed
Copyright © Julius Machiri | Year Posted 2021
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