Rekliner

Rekline and laze and fall asleep.
a pleasure says her lips.
she sits to rest, release the thought.
the leather ‘gainst her hips.
she pulls the lever close to her,
she lowers soft and slow.
and on command the seat reforms,
to lay her like a real pro.

that thought pops back in.
she’s relaxed her guard just enough,
too much for her
and such and such.
she grasps the leather,
still there right?
she eyes the lever,
but can’t pass the loud pounding headache.
no problem. stand up. just to talk.
the br - hello?
hey! how have you been? tell me a story.
wish i could, best friend of mine,
but you sound so tired of the story sometimes.