Waking Up Naked
I wear you every night while going to the bed
And next morning I wake up naked
When I look around to find my bed empty
I smile about the painting you painted on my body
Removing the covers, only to find a blank canvas
White, spotless, empty and hollow
Closing my eyes, I try to continue dreaming the dream
Only to be met by painful reality of the morning
Dragging myself to breath to live to go about
Looking at the faces, lightless and cloned
Nonetheless trying hard to make sense of everything
Failing miserably yet pushing till the sun goes down
Colors blurring into one another and so do people
Screaming and screeching on the top of my lungs
Yet I am grateful that no one listens
I catch the attention of one and hold the gaze of other
Evening is my favorite time of the day
Because that is when you knock the door and come in,
Push me to the wall and pin my hands above me
You look into my eyes and we go to the farthest galaxy
Lying on the couch, I sip from my glass
Looking at you instead of the screen in front of me
But when you look at me, I look away unable to meet your blue oceans and green forests
Cherries of my cheeks and scarlet of my ears giving it all away
You read me to bed and tell me stories and sing me songs
I still stare at you neither listening nor speaking
Holding my hand, you bring me to your castle
And holding my hand you murder the witches and slay the dragons
I am afraid of closing my eyes
You take me in your arms and rock me like a baby
Fearing I clutch the hem of your shirt in my fist so hard
Tearing up, I tie you to myself
Your lullaby puts me to sleep
And your touch makes my soul dance
Wiping my tears, I try loosening my grip on you
Closing my eyes, I breath in and opening my eyes I breath out
Knowing it is futile, I again go to my bed wearing you
And again, the next morning I wake up naked
Again, I look around to find my bed empty
And smiling again about the painting you painted on my body
