contentment

excuse me if i fall asleep

in your arms.

you see, i'm very tired.

not sad, not sorrowful,

but plum tired.

bones and muscles.

the ache of work, the ache

of age.

sorry if i doze off in your

kind embrace.

we don't have to call it love.

we don't have to call

it anything.

let's just call it contentment,

a very

a happy place.