Duvet, you’re pretty smooth hey?
I fall for you every night.
You barely say a word
but I can’t resist the way you lie
with me.

My feet stick out the end of you
but you never mention it.
You focus on my torso, wrap tight,
work up a sweat.

We’re not good at goodbyes.
When the sun comes and ruins our fun
you whisper words of encouragement,
and promises of more of the same later.

© Carl Burkitt 2020