Perchance to sleep . . .

Tis the star lit night my dear,
we lie entwined, our lips so near.
Our spirits joined in dreams to soar
until you break the spell to snore.

No soft sighs, you sputter snort.
I toss, I turn, till last resort
when love is lost in raucous sound
and need for sleep is so profound,

I trippingly flee our marriage bed
collapse undone, on couch instead.
And when the sky is lit with dawn
to your side, again I’m drawn.

Morning comes, you wake refreshed
our bodies once again enmeshed.
You’re ready to greet the day,
I’m ready to hit the hay.


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4 thoughts on “Perchance to sleep . . .

  1. kim881 February 24, 2019 / 3:34 am

    Oh, this is familiar, Lill! You’ve described marriage beds the world over succintly and with humour! It made me smile.

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    • lillian February 24, 2019 / 4:14 pm

      Yup — and I wrote it late late late last night – reality in poetic terms with a bit of humor!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Misky February 24, 2019 / 8:29 am

    What a good laugh! I know it’s not funny, but I have the same issue with my Peder.


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    • lillian February 24, 2019 / 4:14 pm

      Oh but I do love him………somehow even nudges didn’t work last night! 🙂

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