no stop from work to home to play to sleep to wake to work to home again.
oneneverendingprocess
on my side of the bed working into the night - you sleeping soundly beside me
I can't turn me off.
Can't decide to sleep.
If only I would just lay my head on the pillo-
and then you touch me...
still snoring, you grab me
and I melt away from my computer (and the endless thoughts of to-do lists and worries) and into your sleeping embrace.
How do you do it?
you've discovered an "off" switch I could never find myself.
When you pull me close,
the lists fade, the worries become tomorrow's plans, and the world fades.
You are my gate into dreamland...
where it is always warm
and thoughts dissolve, seamlessly moving themselves into a beautiful "later" folder somewhere in the back of my brain.
There is no antidote to your power
not that I would accept it if there were.
Thoughts are complete. Getting shorter. And fading into your physical touch.
