Love Seat

Over sized chair of dusty plum,
forcing my body into fetal pose.
Color the perfect shade of pain and depression,
you beckon me.
You’re velvety arms encase me,
as my body sinks into you’re warm embrace.
Sucking the blood red of pain &
the cold midnight blue of depression from me
into you’re fabric.
I sink into you’re warm softness
Free to dream peaceful dreams.

poem by Karen Thornburg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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