It nestles me close, an old lover
that I spend most of my nights.
A companion, you know how I enjoy
to rest on my side, and cuddle me close.
The week nags at my joints
until the complaints twitch, spasm in muscles
and my bed has a soothing touch
to unfold my tangled body.
And these weekends,
when I turn off my phone
and forget where the location of my front door
are precious moments
between you and I-my bed
tucks me into its mattress
and stretches its blanket warmth to the chin.
We invite over our old friends:
good paperback, binge watch series
and a nice cup of tea.
Plan a day-over full of naps, smiles
and the relaxation of my body.
When guilt calls,
we send her to voicemail each time
so she can hang out with shame
and leave us to so much needed me time.
Poetic Trials 