I.
“Or maybe I’m just
speaking too highly
of my scrawny ass...”
he says, perching
on the end of my
bed in his undies.
his ass really is scrawny
but that doesn’t stop me
from loving it

II.
sprawled out on the bed
he curls into me
pulling me closer and
holding me tightly as he can
he’s too warm and
the blankets are too heavy
and the only thought in
my head as I try to sleep is that
he’s the biggest teddy bear
I’ve ever had
and I can’t help but laugh
snuggle deeper into the pillow
to stifle

III.
“you’re so fussy!”
I mumble after the
sixth time he’s shifted
our positions, knees
and elbows and misplaced arms,
stolen blankets and pillows,
soft exhalations and
tiny kisses like softest snow

IV.
once, I awoke as the birds outside
began to sing, and couldn’t
remember where I was. so I lay
very very still and reached out
with my senses. I found you
inches away, chest rising and
falling softly in deep sleep,
face blank and peaceful.

V.
“I’m claiming the hinterlands”
he says as he snow-angels
my sheets. I stand beside the bed,
brewing us some tea, and laughing.
while it steeps I’ll climb into bed
with him, knees on either side of
his naked hips, hands on his shoulders,
and make proclamations of war.