Home, now—

The room still dark
With only the ticking
Of your watch.
Somewhere beginning
Above my aching toes
I think

“this is the prize.”

The space of a queen-sized bed
This quiet pace away
Away from the noise
Of turning pages,
Television,
No radio,
Or illuminated screens,
Nor online chatter.
There is only
My body touching
Cotton sheets
Above my toes
And the ticking of your watch
In a still dark room.