The creature sleeps in my bed again...

For the workshop challenge, and in my never-ending quest to make everyone love poetry:

The creature sleeps in my bed again,
like a pillow, lifeless, without care.
Paying me no mind, like she's royalty,
though I paid for and built her this lair.

Feigning disinterest, she acts bored.
Her face is turned away from my gaze.
Til she sets her mind on my pocket
and asks with her sweet alluring ways.

I have nothing. I give all to her
and dream of days she and I had fun
in spring gardens and sunny hay fields
we ran side by side, breathing as one.

She was my sweetness, that lovely girl.
I lost count of quickly passing time.
When did her running slow, her eyes dim?
Now I know she is no longer mine.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski Poet Laureate of PA ™