Ah, Hilary had ask me to co-host and I was so excited, and as you can see by my fill-in for number 2, I totally had not made a post. I apologize to Hilary! Feeling Beachie is a favorite of mine and I do love the Follow Friday Four Fill-In Fun. Here are the statements and it’s a blog hop!
- Is it really ____?
- I am the opposite of ____.
- Saying ____ is hard for me
- My favorite pastime is ___because it allows me to___.
1. Is it really the 6th day of 2014?
2. I am the opposite of responsible.
3. Saying I’m wrong is hard for me.
4. My favorite pastime is reading because it allows me to be pulled into another story besides my own.
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hearing your breathing, slow and easy
smelling the light scent of your cologne
mixture of your work smell, hard to explain
shingles, wood chips from cutting, just you
try opening my eyes but feels as if something keeps them pressed closed
holding my eyelids in place so all i see is darkness
reaching out toward your side of the bed, where you’ve barely awoken me
your body weight causing my side to tilt toward you some
fingers find your calloused hand, move upward
your smooth forearm rippling with muscle as i continue up
finding your t-shirt sleeve, i rub your muscles already knowing you’re tanning
sliding over just a bit, i rub your collar bone and sharp jaw bone
your smooth face has grown rough with stubles of hair already
settling in to go back to my deep slumber, i let my hand lay on your pillow
moving it just so it’s under your neck, i twirl your almost shoulder length hair in my fingers
not even trying to open my eyes now, i mumble something, asking if ya’ll finished the job
your familiar reply of a ‘ummhmm’ which is just your laid back style
snuggling deeper under the covers, barely aware of my thoughts
drifting thought passes that i hate the dark but don’t mind as i lay here in our bed
this is comfort, secure, yet i still love how you feel
find you intriguing, know every part of you, trust you to be here
thoughts start blurring with the hum of the fan and your deep, long breaths as you start to sleep
sinking into the oblivion feeling peaceful, my hand must have fell as i welcomed sleep again
jerked awake as you grab my hand and hold it tightly beside you
“what”? i grumble through a dry throat, wondering if you have a drink on the nightstand
“you hit me in the face with your hand AGAIN” you say as if i done it on purpose
“sorry, i am asleep” i say back and then almost awake but not quite, i turn over
away from you, you are so grouchy when your crew goes in right at dawn
getting you home before the sun is too hot, so i push my bottom against your leg
childishly, rough so you have to scoot just a little
“wake me up when the girls get home. i want to go to the river”
already, my voice is sleepy again, insomnia is rough
you place your hand so it’s laying casually across my bottom
your breathing is getting louder as you mumble “ummhmm”
so many times we do this during the summer days
it’s safe, assuring, it’s trust between us, it’s love
@ donetta sifford 4-28-2013
I wrote this for one of my favorite blogs Woven Dreams and the prompt ‘Trust’ and I also wrote this for a prompt on Poets and Writers which was to write a poem about someone close to you, using any senses except for sight. This happens a lot in the summer mornings because my girls seem to stay next door at my cousin’s all the time to play with their two daughters and my boyfriend will get up at dark to get to a roofing job right at daylight so they can finish up before the roof gets too hot. He usually will get home before 11 a.m. and I have insomnia. Once asleep though, an earthquake can’t wake me, but him putting weight on his side of the bed will barely wake me, where I’m half way talking in my sleep and my eyes feel super glued shut. Without fail, I will fail back to sleep and my arm will flop on it’s on usually striking him on the face or chest. lol. It’s been a long night and it’s a rainy day. The thought I put into this poem is making me sleepy. Enjoy.