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"Pillow Talk"
by Rachel C JohnsonSometimes I curl up
to the pillows
on the other side of the bed
as if they were something warmer,
something firmer,
something tangible beyond
feathers and lace.
I find myself with the overwhelming
desire
to wrap my arms around a stranger
whose warmth radiates
and whose body seems strong.
For all I know, if I did, heÂ’d
crumble into feathers;
heÂ’d crumple under my weight.
HeÂ’d be nothing but pillows,
cotton and lace.
And cold,
on the other side.
12/15/2008 Author's Note: It's that last line...damn.
Posted on 12/15/2008
Copyright © 2010 Rachel C Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by William Tawney on 12/15/08 at 10:10 PM This is an extremely raw poem. You do a splendid job crystallizing pathos--capturing the essence of the desolateness you write about. It really cuts my heart to read this one. |
| Posted by Sean Doyle on 12/15/08 at 10:12 PM The last seven lines really tighten up the poem and make it a memorable message. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/15/08 at 10:40 PM I was actually going to make a similar comment to Sean's. I really love those last seven lines. Very sharp, very nicely drawn out. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/16/08 at 10:45 AM Very well written... so poignant! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/16/08 at 11:26 AM I like the progression in this and particularly these lines - "He’d be nothing but pillows,
cotton and lace."
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/16/08 at 04:01 PM I thought it ended nicely with that last line. It's hard to sleep alone, especially in winter. I too have used that second pillow, hugging it in front or slipping it against my back. Next best thing to another (warm) body, Well stated Rachel. |
| Posted by CM Bauer on 12/16/08 at 05:44 PM Oh my god. |
| Posted by Maria Kintner on 04/18/09 at 11:47 PM I can identify with this. Bravo. |
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