Navy blue sheets and

remembering,

half-asleep,

that it's Sunday,

I take up less space

in your king bed because

you are in the kitchen

and I know because I can hear the

far-off muffled

ringing

of Coco Puffs against

white glass, the coming-closer

crunching of your teeth

as you re-enter the bedroom

and see

me waking.

You set the cereal on the

computer desk and

still chewing

sit on the edge of the bed

burrow one arm underneath me

one arm around the other side

and press your face onto my

pillow saying

"you're so soft and warm never

leave never leave"

I laugh in your mouth.

You kiss my eyelashes,

one by one.

Across the room somewhere,

your cereal grows soggy.