He hovered over me and gave the final kiss
signifying sleep as imperative for
tomorrow's itinerary.
My body signified forced understanding.
Kissing my forehead with such tenderness,
He turned to the wall
to greet Slumber's deficit.

I was left to my side of the bed,
reliving the night's blurry perfection
Until Sleep persuaded me to join her.
I wanted him to grab me from her drowsy rhetoric
and caress me until Morning welcomed both of us
into its warmth.

Instead, a grey knobby blanket surrounded my exposed flesh
the best it could.
Rest an unwelcome stranger.

Nothing to soothe me
until his hot steaming arms
again engulfed me into his essence,
whispering,
"Hey, babydoll".

Letting Sleep capture us.