Battle Pillows

Your happy face, your red and cyan shoelace
Your cream denim melting on your legs
My lightheadedness ever since

Plenty of poke prints on your back
You deflect the poke monster’s attack
My waving a white flag

Kiss after kiss but never in excess
Occasional gaze only to catch a breath
My hands, sound asleep on your waist

Sauce and cheese raining on your dress
The same dish with a wildly different taste
My forkless dining experience

Smell of morning grass through the windows
Lifting mist of feathers from battle pillows
My eyeing your cozy toes

The medalist in every trolley race
Fair play never on your conscious
My losses’ only ever cheering audience