Like my men
Created | Updated Feb 7, 2009
The clock's blink and the milkman's clink
Signal the end of my slumber
I mumble my annoyance, and
Eyes still closed, reach out for you
Comforted by smooth skin
The rasping ebb and flow of your grunty snore
The rise and fall of your chest
My foot finds the softness of your calf
My toenail scratches up and down, itching
To rouse you, repeating and increasing, till
You splutter, stretch, and grope
For glasses, peering at the time, stumbling to the door.
I wriggle into the still-warm imprint now vacated
Nuzzle the pillow, still bearing your scent
Purring as I hear the distant flick
Of the kettle switch, safe in the knowledge that
Soon I will be holding
My idea of heaven, tea in bed at seven
Strong.
