Socks

In the dead of night
When the fire has long gone out
And I lay in bed
My feet cold
It’s not laziness that keeps me from reaching for my socks
It is the hope within me
That someone will
At any moment
Have the desire
To warm me
I don’t want to give the impression
That I’m content with socks
And live a lie

19APRIL2017 Omie Dove