Couch

He found me on the kitchen floor

I asked for the couch once more

Quietly, he walked away

Now I lay myself down but I just can't seem to rest

I keep reaching out to you to try and confess

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

I try to imagine you holding me

Please help me to my destiny

I want to lay my body down freely

Join with you in matrimony

Tell you you're my one and only

I don't want to feel like Jezabelle

I want to spread joy that swells

not hurt others or play the fool

Being alone and beautiful

Is Satan's way of being cruel

It's hell to be on a couch

and not laying down with you

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016