Enemies

You don’t want to lay down, but I won’t let you up, so you arch,
throw yourself, scream, dive, and you hate me,
but I pull you to myself and calm your body down.
You tire out and wake slightly, give me side-eye like you trust me,
as I slide you to your bed as seamlessly as I can,
deep-breathing in your ear until you’re
long-lost. And you sleep long enough to little more than
recover, sit up in your bed and smile, start whining for me.
I say, “Come here,” and you stand between my thighs,
happily rest your head on my leg, and you need me.
I pat your back. Soon you change your head to my stomach.
You’ve forgiven me. Oh, you see your friend has the doll you like,
so you squeak, forget me. You go out to the world,
look sideways at me, loving me, and carry on.

9 thoughts on “Enemies

    • Baha, I’ll have to look at this poem more closely when I’m not as busy as I am at the moment. 😉 I see where you’re coming from, though I hope that the ending, in addition the tagged topics, makes it clear enough for most people that I’m talking about children’s naptime as opposed to BDSM or something, haha.
      Or who knows, maybe I’ll have to quickly edit it before I’m less busy. It’s a pretty big and important distinction!

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  1. That doll line’s the funniest out of the bunch. It’s always interesting to see how children’s attention spans seem to drastically fluctuate in the span of about five or ten seconds.

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