beloved television cushions
one lay lengthwise onthe television cushion,
just out of my reach,
she ought to be miles away,
nevertheless dwindle,
the other lay on beds of cotton,
to I, another television cushion,
oh, but to her, fields of Lily,
wonderous, un-disturbed Isle,
yet discovered, en-riched with
Princess's agendas,
then the other,
he lay on beds of leaves,
leaves that were bagged by
he and I, a memory I hold dear,
and his television cushion is here,
with me, a waiting his return.
copyright@aceblade 2011
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