by Jules Nyquist

When pink touches clouds
that sky you waited for all night
and now the day
puts your dreams to rest
so you can focus on your body
breathing, forget all the things you said
in darkness
naked, under the covers
with the cats nudging you in
to wait a little longer
tuck your legs in, I am your wife
got up with the alarm
but you, buzzed from late-night coffee
sink into your reality of HERE
take over the warm bed space
curl up like a baby, soft in all that is right
in your world.