I am such a fool
We'd spent the night bickering
Now your soft warmth calls
Cannot stay awake
Don't fancy the corded couch
Or the cold hard floor
I crawl into bed
Your breathing is regular
Hoping you are asleep
Don't hear you protest
Can't bear to sleep separate
No signal from you
I kiss your shoulder
You murmur "You took your time"
Turns and kisses me
Sometimes it pays to eat humble pie and avoid that corded couch - glad it was a mutual welcoming back..
ReplyDelete....and people ask me why I prefer the single life!
ReplyDeleteSleeping alone is difficult after a life time of another body in the bed.
ReplyDeletehehehe the scene is familiar :) well penned oldegg, cheers!
ReplyDeleteI love the way this ends!
ReplyDeleteI really fail to understand what you have against cold, hard floors! ;)
ReplyDeleteMaking up and to a blissful night registers the wonderful ending as it should be.
ReplyDeleteHank
I am shamed by my poor attempt at humor when yours is such a wonderful love poem. Well said.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting.