Pie in the Sky

Pumpkin lined path home
Memories like a warm knife
Slice frosty orange sky

Do Not Disturb

His body begins to stir softly,
Awakened by the inevitable alarm
Each stroke of the bong sounds louder
Until it becomes impossible to ignore

With a sudden jolt
He turns it off and away from her
Falls out of bed
The silence between them restored

Her body melts into the warmth
Left in the memory foam by his body's impression
She falls back to sleep and dreams
For ten blissful minutes more