A is for Aubade
I’m stealing Lindsay’s poem-a-day idea… An aubade is a poem where two lovers part at dawn, one of them urging the other to stay, the other insisting that they must leave. This style can get pretty overdramatic, so I put a little twist on it.
The sun came quick;
slipped through thin, cream sheers,
caught on her angles
and dragged her from dreams by her curves.
She lays quiet, listens, feels;
warmth around her, even breathing.
He sleeps, still.
His arms around her,
She edges away
to watch the news, check email
Begin her day.
He pulls her close to him, again,
let’s out a quiet snore.
She slips away,
this time slow,
substitutes a pillow
into his embrace.
So soft. She won’t be missed.