Pillow Talk

Tom Disalvo

Artwork: Rachel Kang | @rachelkaang

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what’s better than clean sheets?

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you whisper,

as creamy trains

follow us from the laundry.

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crisp, papery linen,

fresh-from-the-line,

wrapped neatly

over foamy corners.

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we flatten the crinkled mess —

smooth saturday’s sunbake

from linen pores.

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catch glimpses of you

between air-strewn sheets;

pearly teeth

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and milky skin —

you glitter

in wafer-thin billows.

we sink our faces

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into chubby cushions  —

flesh enmeshed;

a cotton complexion

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you roll around in it —

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kittenish, tumbling,

dryer-like,

on satin pillow slips

and faux fur throws

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you lie there for a moment;

a regal adornment

of pale plush —

goddess of lush

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dust dances now,

on blind-dashed glimmers,

a dazzling duet

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of airborne fibres

wafted by the soft crunch of

our goose feather quilt

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we live,

for a moment,

in that dust flecked lustre

of last year’s polaroids.

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tonight,

we’ll fold new creases,

you’ll whisper in your sleep:

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what’s better than clean sheets?

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I brush lint from your lips,

nothing.