Wriggly Toes

 

It's minutes past midnight,

I've stared at the ceiling,

I've circled with the fan,

and I've counted sheep.

Yet the attraction between my lids

and lashes are faltering.

The threads are pulling them down

but they keep snapping.

Oddly your wriggly toes come to mind,

how they wave back and forth, 

like fishes in the sea.

It's almost animated, as they move with your heartbeat.

As my eyes wander to your eyes,

closed and emotionless.

Your nose perfectly still. 

Your lips parting ever so gently,

to mumble the unknown.

The way you seat erect in your slumber

when nature calls,

only to collapse back in defeat.

How my heart races,

when you suddenly call my name.

Only to steal the duvet when I turn away.

It's hours past midnight

and your wriggly toes are not here!

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