You Loved Me Best in Your Sleep

I’d often leave our bed at night

silent, with you still sleeping


and return each time on

soft-socked feet; to find

your sprawl warming my side.


Without breaking snore, you’d

slide back to yours (gone cold)

and open wide the covers


a gaping nest of your curves

and cradles; your heat flowing

out in waves I could taste.


I’d slip in and be drawn,

(sense sodden)

into your crook; you’d hold

me like warmed satin steel

until my shivers left.


You rarely remembered these

moments; I never forgot.

Perhaps they’re why I woke up.


You always loved me best

in your sleep.

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