A Poem To Crawl Into Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

I was looking for a poem
I could crawl into...
Couldn't find one so
I am writing my own.
I want it smooth with no
Hanging chads...
And no tear soaked pillows.
I want it downy soft and
Perfumed with the frangrance
Of love.
Yes, I remember it's aroma,
Sometimes so sweet,
Sometimes reaking of outrageous
Chaotic desire.
Can't cope with that again.
I need a mellow poem to rest
My head, a place where my heart
Feels safe and ceases to ache.
A poem with a song, a sing-song melody
That only humms of sorrow, words forgot.
The poet in me can write such a poem,
I know,
But perhaps not tonight.

9: 35 p.m.
December 9,2008