the joke behind the anger
is as you lie next to me, asleep
breathing
the sound is so melodic to me
that my fury dies down
and pitifully takes the form of hopeless listening.

when you love
no love can match it..

but then there are nights like tonight
where our mouths and hands don't meet
you yawn as I am speaking
collapse into bed
and leave me to my head-talk

it is then that I wonder.