Sharing the bed doesn't seem so bad if I woke up next to you.

Freshly showered, crisp sheets or pre rolled around in

I'd get as close to you as humanly possible, use you as the cover.

Shiver once you lay flat on your back, dreams projecting upwards.

Despite saying I'd move to the settee, I'd stay right here

Intertwining our shoulder blades, breathing in your sweat

as nighttime karate begins.
The lack of oxygen is recovered

When your eyes flutter open; catching mine that remain closed.

I can only share the bed if I'm in love. And love is the sleep you've given me.