Princess Warrior

Wrestling the sheets
Incoherent feverish moans
Nonsensical mumblings with playmates
who have gone home for the day
The darkness blankets the room and your contrasting
skin highlights only lips and brows
I attempt to quench parched lips with Vaseline kept by the bed but your lips curl
while you hastily use your arm to wipe it away
I’ll try again when sleep has pulled you
under the sheets of dreams and such
This one my dear you must battle alone
Restful nights
Attempts at play and catnaps in between
Princess warrior, “heal thyself”
and play again