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Our Family Bed

by Oneg In The Arctic 2 months ago in performance poetry / slam poetry / love poems
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Our Family Bed
Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

Our dog sheds nonstop.

Flurry of fluff floating through air particles

Part of the inhale

(Our clothes, our food)

But he always has place on our bed

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Our cat is a demonic spawn of super energy in a slinky black hole body

His (non-existent) boundaries are free spirit

A constant contrast of cuddly and terrifying tornado

He sleeps between my wife and I

safely

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My wife sleeps diagonally

Unable to drag herself out of nightmares independently

Sometimes I’m the lifeline from the traumas of her dreams

Yet I can’t fall asleep without her warm presence by me

(Diagonal or not)

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I sleep talk, bilingually

Move too much, trying to manage anxiety through movement

(Drives my wife nuts)

I’m antsy in bed, active even in slumber

-

Our bed is home

Home to the fluff,

the hyper,

the dreams,

the movement.

It is where we have found comfort

Warmth in each other’s arms and paws

(My favourite place)

performance poetryslam poetrylove poems

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Oneg In The Arctic

Stories from the TRUE NORTH with a side of humour, adventure, good food, and snowy poetic dreams

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  • Cathy holmes2 months ago

    Love this. I giggled at "A constant contrast of cuddly and terrifying tornado."

  • awww....who doesn't want this?!

  • Babs Iverson2 months ago

    Loving it!!!💖💕

  • Heather Hubler2 months ago

    This is definitely comfort :) All the good with the not-so-good, blended together. Loved it!

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