Our relationship is like lying
in bed at 9am; so comfortable.
I think I could never leave
in a sandwich of warm plush
underneath the heavy down blanket
I know eventually
I will have to
forsake this temporary sanctuary
but for now, I choose to bask in the
feelings of Safety and Familiarity
Please, tell me we could grow old together
and let me believe you.
Alas, I have chosen
Comfort over Love before
and like lying in bed through the afternoon
the satisfaction I stayed for does not result.
Love does not manifest -- only Resentment Soon the plush will harden to Concrete,
leaving just casts of the lovers we once were,
took weak to break the mold.
We'll let the Concrete
suck the life from our skin.
And watch each other wither away
-written by Beverly Setzer