He's hunkered down
for the night,
I know this toasted
do-not-disturb-me
duvet-bundled shape.
I won't disturb him
though he snores,
grunts, filches
more duvet from
my half of the bed.
His hair's
too boyishly tousled
on the pillow,
his familiar spine
so purpose-built
for lying
beside, nuzzling
against, sneaking
my arm around
in the dark.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
He's hunkered down
for the night,
I know this toasted
do-not-disturb-me
duvet-bundled shape.
I won't disturb him
though he snores,
grunts, filches
more duvet from
my half of the bed.
His hair's
too boyishly tousled
on the pillow,
his familiar spine
so purpose-built
for lying
beside, nuzzling
against, sneaking
my arm around
in the dark.
