"...don’t go to work today.”

Such dainty feet you have,
They fit so snug in my palms
As an infant would in its mother’s embrace.
Your toes looked like pearls adorning your soles,
Painted glossy with your favourite black nail-paint.
Your feet flushed pink of the winter’s chill, as if
You took a walk bare feet upon dew drenched roses.

The now empty tea cup in hand,
Sitting right there on the bed,
I wandered through a world of my own-
Dewdrops, pearls, nail-paint, roses…
And places I can’t really recall;
So lost in thought, I never noticed the pillow
Which was hurled on to my entranced face.
Smarting with the sudden thump of warm cotton
And the clear ringing laughter in the room
Broke me out of my reverie, back to our bed.