You loyally await me every night and I long for your comfort.
Your calling is like sweet cream.
Soft blankets, warm toes, my weight sinking into the bed.
I breathe in. I breathe out.
Dreams may come. Dreams will be forgotten.
But you remain.
Wrapping me in relaxation.
*If there are rules to poetry, I don’t know them. My sleep deprivation has truly hit a new level when I find myself writing poetry.