Under the Covers

There's a blanket over my eyes and I peek
catching the stare that seductively shivers my knees.
Bare and empty it seems,
lonely and longing for dreams.
So I cry and I weep,
reaching and pushing the blanket from me.
"Go away!" my voice softly screams.
But the blanket just laughs and tightens its squeeze
leaving just enough room to let in the sweet breeze.
But the stare it remains, pure and affectionately,
petrifying and constantly beckoning me.
And I freeze as the shivers still rattle my knees,
longing and praying for bitter release.
But my heart is not strong enough to stand up and leave.
So I fight and I struggle to try and break free,
while the blanket continues to grapple at me.