Day 23

tonight everything is sleepy - even the dark itself - but i am trying to scratch one more mark into the empty sky like so many takes on film. the crowded day has left - staggered off like an edgy lover i didn't think to follow home. and i am thankful there is an end to every end. for now, i will pull back the covers and welcome sleep in. she will shack up between us, hip to thigh, my palm on your ear. always a tumble of elbow and chin, eye socket and tooth. me and my bumbling grace finding my way to your warm.