Pillow Talks are Overrated

Pillow talks are over rated

So in the last days I opted for pillow

Fights like I knew you were gonna

Sip through the cracks of my fingers like

Water because I couldn't cage you, you had to flow.

In the last days, I opted for pillow fights, asking

You between giggles, and unforced laughter

If all sane couples do things we do.

I opted for pillow fights, instead of talking to you

Under sheets and making love to you all day and

All night because that’s overrated.

For a moment, I captured that childlike love

With all of me, for that  instant everything was right.

In the last few days, I opted for pillow fights,

I Chose to read the palm of your hands and guided my fingers

Through your hands examining your hand’s most

 Visible lines and told you:

“This is your life line; it determines how long you gonna live”

“This is your head line; it determines the level of your intelligence”

“This is your heart line; it determines maters of the heart.”

On the palm of your hands, I searched for my name too,

I wondered if I was meant to even look your way.

I imagined you as a screaming infant newly brought

To life, if angels gathered for your christening and

On purpose, wrote our fate on your hands.

At that moment, I pushed doubt away, pulled

Faith closer and as I poked you, pulled, teased you

Prayed to God that you are the woman I want

To raise my kids.

In the last few days, I opted for pillow fights,

And watching wrestling matches, sipping black tea

And playing Facebook games… this was contentment.

But I guess, I was never right. I missed certain

Chapters of this fairy-tale. I skipped to my desired end,

Meanwhile between the pages, this was a sham and

Came crumbling down.

Cinderella never existed.

In the last few days, I opted for pillow fights

Because pillow talks are overrated.