A Slice of Heaven

A slice of heaven

Is laying on the couch with you,

all afternoon.

The bong on the table by the window,

with all the weed we need.

I nuzzle my face into your neck which smells of nothing.

But a thought,

how can I get closer?

Let me taste you.

How can I make this slice last forever?

I touch your body through your tie die hoodie—

Strong, lean, yet soft and warm.

I nap in your lap while you play with my hair.

I want to just eat the whole cake—

Slice by slice

Let me have it all, bite by bite.

Pure relaxation,

a cat that is found a warm lap to sleep in,

and all the treats,

scooby snacks and acid tabs.

I would never leave,

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’m not a cat,

And neither are you,

And we both have real-life shit to do.

You’ve got to work, and I have places I’m expected to be.

I want to be grateful for those few hours, for the one day,

But I miss you already.

My coffee tastes like coming back to reality,

‘You can’t just cuddle and sleep and take bong tokes all day.’

‘Why not?’ I ask this angrily.

Because it seems unfair.

That life can be so hard for so long,

We find something that brings us peace.

But God will not let it last.

I am queen on a throne on the couch with you,

With everything I could need to satisfy and soothe.

Yet, God knows we need to give more,

Create more,

Help more.

Then one day, I pray,

I find you again—

The person who makes me feel safe and warm.

This morning, even more aware, of being alone.

Tell me when you get back home.