Talking To Pillows Poem by Fay Slimm

Only to pillows, alone in my bed
Do I pour out my soul, wholly ready
For passion to show with the coming dusk
That ushers you here. Receive you I must,
So I begin waiting for sleep's gateway
To bring me relief, for you are my fate.
Pillows only talk back to fools like me.
Carefully warning that once more they see
Me lonely and sad, weeping for love that
Cannot be. Still, living in hope I chat
To them more, clutching at chances we may
Be meeting in more than ether one day.
Then I sleep, and with the first dream I feel
Your love and reach out, it is so real.
I imagine the pillow-soft bulk your
Warm frame lying alongside me. For
Comfort I cling to the cushion, cover
My head, whispering low to my lover,
Wetting my words with hot tears I now try
Accepting my fate, without knowing why.