Lubricious men, frogs and loons

(this is a poem created from the words in the wordle bank from this week's RWP prompt #114 "get your poem on" and they were some difficult words to work with, but I still enjoyed the challenge. Thanks Deb!)

Lying in the dark listening to nothing

Except the patter of the little girl's footsteps who lives next door

The muttered voices of happiness from her parents

"You're such a beautiful little girl" (you say to yourself)

When you realize you are freezing

And look for your blanket

But you can't find it in the darkness

Sit up and turn on the light

Damn it is much too cold in here

You look at the window and see it has frosted from the cold

Since you have returned you feel as if you walk on eggshells

With the people closest to you

You always seem to panic when you meet someone new

There was that lubricious boyfriend you left two years ago

Who is only looking for one thing to keep his prick wet and warm

Some realtionships just wither and decay

It is not your problem anymore

Get up and walk to the end of the bed and open your footlocker

You brought that back with you

From that far away land

The security at the airport wanted to cut it open with a hacksaw

But you said "No" and they listened

You find a book of fiction and place it on your lap

It contains short stories of pirates and legends out on the sea

You contemplate dying your hair red tomorrow

Auburn red is a beautiful and sexy colour

Something to attract a good man

As you look up you see a crucifix

The only thing hanging on your wall

As you admire this man with a crown of thorns and nails in his hands and feet

How he must have suffered for what he believed in

What a sorrowful story as you remember it

You decide to try and go back to sleep

Tomorrow you will start the book

As the pitter pat of the little feet send you back to dream land

So you can be safe with dreams of frogs and fairy princesses

Or maybe of loons that look like plump geese with seagull wings

flying high above the land looking for clear lakes to live

Anything that takes you away

From this world that is so full of anguish and pain