The unruly curls that feather against the baby-fine hairs on the skin of my cheek, the threadcount worn thin from countless nights of restless sleep, the lamplight that spills over curves hugged by jersey and flannel…
The fleeced sheep that decorate the pajamas I wear, the satin ribbon that ties at the waist, the thighs they encase…
Come to bed, love. Lay with me.
Shuck your clothes along with the difficulties of the day. It’s been a hard one, I know.
Come. Bring me all your hard…
…and cushion yourself in my soft.