bliss

my sleepy brain
sees your face
as i walk into the room

sip coffee
wake up some
i lean on your shoulder
feeling the bliss

(i'm going to be attempting BEDA! look out for poems, flash fictions and stream of consiousness)

in my dreams

I try to rub the sleepiness from my eyes

They still droop

Coffee would only make things worse

I’d stay up too late

And I wouldn’t be able to just sit in bed

With only you on my mind

And maybe this way

You’ll actually stay in my dreams

(i literally wrote this in 5 minutes because just needed to shove something out)

Innocent

Its late, probably 2 AM,

Robert is reading and Johnny Cash plays.

Under a duvet

Him and I lying together in the darkness,

I'm not getting up unless he does.

He doesn’t.

So, side by side on the couch, we sleep together

In the most innocent sense of the phrase