my comfort

the sheets scream in anxiety with each sigh I take amiss the bitter like sorbs. the sweat beneath my arms and amiss my thighs render the blowing fan useless. to praise it in such a moment would have been to add gas to the embers.

never the less I embrace the streams flowing from the inside of my beauty, in moments like this tears are not the waters that flows from the eye but the cries of solitude within the hearts fabrics.

oh your colors, your colors cast again and again the radiant beams of colors of hurt, thy fragrance a reminder of every embrace, the taste of bitter lemons

amiss it all you keep your promise, holding up your part of the bargain, comforting me when no one would, healing my wounds when biotics failed, massaging me soothingly and making sure I fall asleep and wake in your loving embrace.

dear bed you have rest my head when no one would, you have cry with me through the age long nights, my tears became cup of your favorite coffee without a single complain or judgement. I am indeed grateful