This is a series of poems I'm working on...a 30 day series that is part of a challenge on poemtrain.com~called Circadian Addiction. It consists of writing a poem or prose every day, a sort of rough draft~just to challenge yourself to write every single day. I didn't think I'd be able to do it~but several of my colleagues have~and I think that writing under pressure helps keep me focused. So far~so good. I'm on Day 6 now! Only 24 more to go~yikes!!!!
I woke at two-thirty
disoriented to find a man in my bed,
one flopping like a fish as if
having a nightmare,
then the familiar sound of snoring.
Ahhhh, it's just you.
You live here now.
I spent three years alone,
no answering sighs in the night,
no one to notice when I
crept out of bed to write
or to finish off the rest
of the butter pecan ice cream.
But now you are here,
and I have learned our ritual of
how to roll towards the outside
and stick my butt out to rest
against yours as we sleep
on our respective sides,
skin touching skin~
and I have remembered
how to exit a bed silently
once I hear your snores
for my few minutes of
mid-night solitude...
me, a lamp, and a pen~
because I can't always
be your girl.
