In their bedroom he and she
would lay still and quiet
on their chosen sides
until they dropped into their sleep
surrendered to their wheezing
cover wrestling
perhaps a snort
preceding mid-sleep interruptions
lurching to the bathroom in a trance
learned long ago
ending when he’d edge
politely back onto his chosen side
except this night
he lifts the cover
slow and careful
creeps across the great divide
feels her, bites her shoulder
soothes it with his lips
wiggles closer
then voila she wiggles back.
Without a word they
twist their bodies into one
this giant cruller
silent in their haven…
He whispers close into her ear
You are my food, my just dessert.
How clever, he smiles to himself
thinks she must be smiling too.