Feathers
in my belly,
then along the
spine, a touch in
the collar,and a grip
pulling me in to a cosy
envelope of the spoon,forming.
Sticky eyes open, one at a time, taking in the faint gray, seeping in through
the half open blinds.
The lids shut again,both this time.
A half slumber, a light head
The taste and the slight press.
Cushions.
Happy Sunday.
@sbb
Cushion
lovecadbury 