by Debbie Cannatella 2/14/2011
Daily routine intrudes too early.
Silently longing for three more hours
burrowed in bed.
He stumbles and fumbles from slumber
fighting the mattress hypnosis
that promises deep unconsciousness
like kryptonite on an unsuspecting Clark.
Into the master bath resembling
a mild mannered transient.
Thirteen minute transformation
Super Hero emerges.
Leaps tall buildings in a single bound.
Glances my way, maybe.
With his ex-ray eyes.
I imagine this.
A kiss might break the soft snore
and it’s only a guess
at how much sleep I've had.
Better to leave me as I am.
The door clicks when closed
and I wake from my deep slumber
rising from the depths of some almost-forgotten dream
trying to make sense of horses running in a field
and who closed the barn door so loud?
“Ti amo”, whispered in the dark.
Italian words of love.
I just missed him.
And down into slumber I return
back to the land of horses and herons.
Bzzzzt, my IPhone vibrates
silently in another room.
“Te amo”, he texts.
Spanish words of love
Waits for me upon waking.