WARM FUZZY

"Am I hard to sleep next to?"
she wondered,
as she entered the age
beyond simple answers.
And she muses that the calmest,
gentlest
people she knows
want the hardest
most violent music.
They consume the pain and frustration
like merciful locusts.

Even though she always falls asleep
feeling uncomfortably warm
she hoards the blankets in her sleep
and gorges herself on his body heat
and wakes hoping that at least
she fed him soft dreams.
And she wonders if she can ever do enough
to thank him
for sleeping next to her.