Day 8

the weight of his hand
allows my eyes to close
he pulls me closer
and my dreams turn color

a heavy breath
his snore awakes me
I turn to him and push
his weight doesn't move

I push harder
then whisper
Honey, roll on your side
all the while nudging him

poke poke poke

and I am not talking
the fun kind of poke
that keeps me up
he turns over

finding my side
his breathing quiet
too much so
but I can't pull him back

until harphhhhh harphhhh
tonight able to laugh
poke poke poke
our midnight sonata