Sunday, August 9, 2015

I am such a fool



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

8 comments:

  1. Sometimes it pays to eat humble pie and avoid that corded couch - glad it was a mutual welcoming back..

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  2. ....and people ask me why I prefer the single life!

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  3. Sleeping alone is difficult after a life time of another body in the bed.

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  4. hehehe the scene is familiar :) well penned oldegg, cheers!

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  5. I really fail to understand what you have against cold, hard floors! ;)

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  6. Making up and to a blissful night registers the wonderful ending as it should be.

    Hank

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  7. I am shamed by my poor attempt at humor when yours is such a wonderful love poem. Well said.

    Thanks for visiting.

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