Never Leave the Nest
The night is dark and my shelves full of candles . . .
Is it an old, primal instinct, to love nests?
The Smiths mixed with noveau indulgence in the deep red wine
And you've come full circle in evolution.
Is it a childish impulse, to curl up in a nest?
My toes dig into textured layers
Soft and light on top before
Nearly impenetrable plushness below.
Is it too insulated nest?
Body heat and your own mind trap you inside
Seeking only the comfort of touch and your self.
Is it wrong, to burrow into a nest?
The day has been so long, the world so fierce . . .
Let me have this dark wine and dark night; let the mingling scents of
too many candles create a haze in me.
Is it time to leave this nest?
In the castle of your own labor, locked away from unfamiliar stimuli,
The blankets are so soft, and the wine so lush, and the music so low . . .
Do I need more blankets for this nest?
Yes.
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Delise Fantome
I write about Halloween, music, movies, and more! Boba tea and cheesecake are my fuel. Let's talk about our favorite haunts and movies on Twitter @ThrillandFear
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