Cautionary Tale of A Cocoon

I could write about the crushing weight

I found the photo with a British article about
sleep positions that is interesting:
http://www.iol.co.za/lifestyle/
love-sex/relationships/what-sleep-says-
about-your-love-life-1.1407771#.U6dii_ldXQo

of disappointment and frustration but
instead I choose to write of love, of
joy and bliss and more than this, of
couples who awaken in the morning all
entangled and entwined and barely break
away in time to get to work or school
or if it's on the weekend, maybe lie there
in each other's arms all day. They push
aside the stress of daily life, won't let it
reach them, their cocoon of intimate and
tender conversation, protected with a
fierceness that is also more than wise,
for let a pinhole pierce it, and the toxic
fumes of life soon penetrate and soon
they find themselves face daybreak back
to back, both hugging pillows, almost
falling off the bed they are so far apart,
and it will be full years before they realize
they've drifted past the point of no return.
Listen, lovers. Listen well, and let no person
or particulars press in, disturbing the cocoon.
It's worth the wait, to have a mate who's worth
the being there entwined with you, and when he's
found (or she), the keeping is worth even more
because if lost, the death is slow. I know.
I've smelled a corpse or two long years
before the funeral; it's not a pretty sight.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014