Night Cruller

In their bedroom he and she

would lay still and quiet

on their chosen sides

until they dropped into their sleep


surrendered to their wheezing

cover wrestling

perhaps a snort

preceding mid-sleep interruptions


lurching to the bathroom in a trance

learned long ago

ending when he’d edge

politely back onto his chosen side


except this night

he lifts the cover

slow and careful

creeps across the great divide


feels her, bites her shoulder

soothes it with his lips

wiggles closer

then voila she wiggles back.


Without a word they

twist their bodies into one

this giant cruller

silent in their haven…


He whispers close into her ear

You are my food, my just dessert.

How clever, he smiles to himself

thinks she must be smiling too.