The Best Part of the Day--

Nothing left in the day for me; nothing left in the day for you; the business of the date now gone, schedules closed for peace and pause. I get into the bed for you; you get under the sheets for me; we lay together, spent and weak, respite from calendars' claws.

Sleep comes like a potion for me; sleep spreads like a salve for you; unconscious, but conscious--somewhere; heretofore together. Eyes rapidly move to see you; eyes rapidly move to see me; minds free for the taking--elsewhere--tethered by a feather.

Affirmative ambiance in shared somnolence; unknown to the day are our night-shift lives. Somewhere I know you're here; somehow you know I'm here; out-of-body loves connect husbands and wives.

Hypnogogic starts, calmed by touch; night panic taunts, dismissed as such; flailing arms, restless legs, aimless punching, and kicking. Together, but not, we're on the same side--of a life that lives which daylight denies; hypnotic clock--armless--expunging and ticking.

Luxuriating in thread count, bonding's depth and breadth mount; adventures with eyes closed, scenes undefined. Separate beings feel together and ignore the abyss to comether. Denied by the coming day, the night will still spellbind.

Posing by day, reposing by night; tiring by day, retire by firelight. If sleep is a rehearsal for a kind of death--godspeed! Diurnal we love, nocturnal we live, dying without debt for the returns that we give: sleeping together--the sole paradise we ever shall need.