Some nights I wake up and your face is the only thing I can see.
Light cheeks freckled with a soft beard
And ice blue eyes more piercing than my own.

I'm not the best at remembering my dreams so when this happens I just assume I've been having bad ones.

To appease myself asleep again
I envision your pig body back on top of my princess one,
But this time
When you raise my ankles over your shoulders
With a half smirk of self loving
I lean my knee back towards my face
(It almost feels ****)
Before shoving the heel of my foot forward and into yours.

No matter how many times I replay this I never get to see in your face how it hurts you.
So I get up,
Throw my clothes back on,
And leave.
This is my only lullaby back to sleep.