| Ode to My Pillow
You beckon like Aglaope, Singing to my shattered despair. I weaken under your hypnotic touch as you hold my body, mimicking every hungry curve. Never will you yield to bodily temptation or leave me to find you with another. Your cool reality eases fiery thoughts like truth-tinted rain. Your soft planes replace an unyielding chest catching anguished cries in the angles of your forgiving silhouette. Do you try to fill a lover�s void as you cradle me in your feathery depths? Comfort is all you offer, a silent corner to wipe damp eyes. You lie with quiet deception, your hidden havens promised in shadowed folds. Like satin tufts, fluff drifts calmly over my arms while down shafts prick lines into my skin. I cling to your tailored hem smocked in blue, embracing your misshapen Hephaestus form, trapped in a tryst with fabric-induced dreams. |
| 1. Aglaope was one of the three sirens found in Greek Mythology. The sirens were part human, part bird.
2. Hephaestus was the Greek god of fire and forge. His body was lame, crippled, and misshapen from birth |