Fluff for my face
You lead me in and out
Of daytime and darkness
Intimately, you know the creases
Of my bum
The leylines of my backside
As I place you beneath my cheeks
In morning reverie
Fold, sink, melt, squish
Hold my head and carry my dreams
You know the sound of my sex
The smell of my breath
The curves of my hair
You cradle me warm on the couch
You whisper: “I’ve got your back.”
And boy, can you take a beating
Without even a wince
Now that’s friendship.
Cover you in paisleys, in patchwork
In crispy whites
In kings from Morocco
In sunshine so bright
Shapeshifter, you are filled with down
But OH how you lift me up
Just when I need it
Castle of cushions
Foundation of forts
Childhood support
How may I repay your selfless ways?
Shall I sleep you into the rest of my days?
This part is the best
Dear Pillow, your quest
Is to stay close to my breast
No matter the nest
Some may think I’m obsessed
But hey, be my guest
If only they knew
Your treasure
My chest.
– Kate Gardy
Read at a Naked Poetry event, 2024
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