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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