Sleepy

Sleep Arrived

She arrived early last night

for the ten o’clock shift

frock on a hook, bag on the stair,

moist kiss of no-nonsense shoes

I like to mimic from behind

the rim of my glass while you stifle

a snicker until it falls in step

with the papery cadence of her starch

whites and muttered imprecations. 

It never ceases to amaze, the ease

with which she heaves us

over her pillowed shoulders, knees

cushioned on those ample breasts

arms dangling limp to the rolling

sway of her queen size rump,

stealing a kiss behind her back

as she muscles us up the stairs,

bundles us off to bed.