The Other Side of the Pillow

In the dark of night, where dreams bear bloom, and silence reigns in my shadowed room, my pillow waits, serene, composed, awaiting my sleepy head to doze. Beneath my head it yields its form, to cradle my crown from day’s storm, and offer a sweet night’s repose, yet pillow’s thoughts, who really knows? She seems so sweet, pretends to care, yet every night disturbs my hair, and furthermore she gets so heated, and once again my sleep is cheated, by the pillow sweaty and hot, yet the other side is simply not, cool and perfect, waiting to bless, my fevered brow with its caress, and lull me back to sleepful bliss, with its satin smooth cool kiss, again I drift to snooze and sleep, but pillow’s warmth begins to creep, to wake me once again at night, such a struggle, such a fight, to turn again to the other side, the cool oasis tries to hide, but the pillow I will flip and turn, for the cool side I do so yearn, yet it defeats my every twist, forgotten now how cool she kissed, our affair becomes a struggle, no longer does she like to snuggle, instead a smothering suffocation, to turn and flip without cessation, throughout the night, hours endless, once lovers, now friendless, oh cool side, where can you be? I need you now, can’t you see? Aloof, apart she still remains, my willpower slowly drains, till fevered dreams draw me down, and make of me once more her clown, fitful sleep upon her breast, though I get but little rest, morning creeps with amber hue, the night forgotten, as such things do, and come again time for slumber, pillow knows she has my number, and beckons me come lie with her, promising bliss, rapture, and more, such a tease my mistress pillow, I bend to her will just like a willow, and find myself in her clutches cool, I promise her this time not to drool.