six o five

at midnight,
after a long
passionate
sweaty session
of strong like,
she says don't
wake me up at
six for you know
what. i need my
sleep, my rest
and i'm in no
mood for such
things at that
ungodly hour. i
nod and say okay,
give her a kiss
goodnight, and
turn off the
light. I toss
and turn
through those
long arduous
hours, and at
six o five in
the morning as
the sun reaches
around and puts
an arc of sunlight
on her stretched
out body.
i can't wait
any longer and
i give her a
gentle nudge and
whisper, hey, hey,
are you still
sleeping?