Last night, late,
well, early morning,
something happened that I hate.

My lady got cold feet.
Icy toes
heels froze…

And my legs are warm
under the quilt.
So, of course,
{Opposites attracting opposites
she knows the best spots}
From a deep snoring sleep
luxurious,
I roared into early morning.
Now,
self-defense
would lead to pushing,
pushing her away
to her side of the bed…

But pushing leads
to going
leads to staying.

So I keep the joy
of ice feet mornings
and cherish the wonder of
Oh! such warm midnights.