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queen in sheets
by Emily G MyersI felt just like a queen
his white sheets as a gown
soaked in the aroma of a future
the night crept away before we noticed
bringing us to a morning we dreaded
we hated the sun that meant our parting
he kissed me
ignoring morning breath:
a frantic mixture of
alcohol
orange
&
mint
and whispered in my eager ear:
"I could
wake up
to you
every morning"
with the scent of me still on his lips
he hesitantly
procrastinating always
left for work
telling me
seriously
not to get dressed
he wanted to keep that picture of me
looking like a queen with bedhead
wrapped loosely in his white sheets
and before I left the empty room
I made the bed and folded clothes
and imagined I'd do so every morning
walked away in an almost-sober haze
wishing I could stay in that castle
a queen in sheets awaiting his return 04/30/2003 Author's Note: I wrote this a while ago but it got lost in the abyss that is my math book. I found it when I went to study and posting it seemed like a wonderful way to put off studying. But now I've come to the end of my author's note and that means I have do actually DO things. >:P
Posted on 05/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 05/01/03 at 12:52 AM this piece had a very nice feeling toit. very comfortable. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 05/01/03 at 12:53 AM wow! what a beautiful (beautiful of course does not give it justice) poem...refreshing, heartwarming...makes me feel a little envious? |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 01/10/04 at 04:33 AM i hate morning afters, especially when with someone who means so much. Wonderful piece here. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/05/08 at 04:22 PM this is beautiful. aubade's are always fun. |
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