I decided to take todays NaPoWriMo.org prompt of writing a poem to an inaminate object. I haven’t been following the prompts so far, but today I am in need of some distraction & I’m going to give it a shot &go a little more lighthearted, rather than my usual dark theme. So here it is.
I sit on my bed and drink you in,
you really are a beauty.
I reach out to touch you, and draw back.
Now is not the time.
I close the wardrobe door
and lean against it sighing.
I can still feel you on the other side,
your soft pink glow in the darkness.
I move away,
sad and wishing I could do it now.
But not yet.
I will fit into that dress someday.