Wednesday Poetry Prompts # 89: Immolate

    Immolate

This is the morning we dreamed about together
where, woken up by vacuum motors rummaging
the hallway, the charm of new relationships fade
and something new arrives. Sable hairs obscure
your neck brushed away with my hand not busy
cradling your frame. I place a dry and simple kiss
more innocent than kisses from the night before.

Comfortable as lovers, we could go on like this:
meeting at the bar or coffee shop, at functions
we come separate, meet up afterwards. Or end
it now and immolate the nights I hold you there
through nightmares when you quiver, the dreams
I merely guess at while you sleep. If comfort is
the only thing you want, I think I don’t want you.

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For this week's prompt, write a lightbulb poem. By lightbulb, I mean the kind of lightbulb that pops over a cartoon character's head when it has a "Eureka!" moment. So a poem with some sort of epiphany. And yes, it's fine to write a poem about an actual lightbulb too if you've always wanted to wax poetic about an incandescent lamp.