And unrested, alone I wake.
I rise with slumber’s rage
Without the pillow of another spine,
My arms around a chest entwined:
Sleep leaves me best when I arise
With another -
and shower and wash
away the night’s devotion,
Massages me with body lotion;
Feeds me well, gives caffeine hits -
I am soon unclouded of morning mists.
Yet this day crests,
And alone am I, too.
And I say