Although I have no husband now,
there are those that warm my bed.
One caresses my feet. My toes curl
and stretch in ecstatic response.
Another has my back. I snuggle in,
feeing comforted, safe.
A third is hot in my embrace
for hours, night after night.
There's a lad who sneaks in late. I wake to see
his black-haired, handsome head lying beside mine.
My favourite, though, is grey-haired like me,
female like me. When I stroke her shapely flank,
she purrs. So does the black cat by my pillow ...
while the hot water bottles nestle quietly.
while the hot water bottles nestle quietly.
Lovely writing about comforting each other.
ReplyDeleteThe mood, the feeling, as always beautifully expressed Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteMmm. Both memories and pets are warming and at times stirring. I too rarely sleep alone. Well said!
ReplyDeleteThanks, friends! I have now changed last line, in the hope of making the identity of the first three clearer. :)
ReplyDeleteNice that you're in good, warm company in bed. I knew you were referring to cats, since you said you have no husband and I didn't think you were the groupy kind. Enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteCats and hot water bottles, lol.
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