I came in late
from the night out

asleep, you look toward me
with REM-cycle eyes
briefly startle

I see the sheets are wet
with your sweat
waiting for me

it was a party without you
most attractive individuals attended
with their low, tight jeans
and stomachs hanging out
I looked but did not touch
master of restraint that I am

listen, I don’t recall you saying you love me
shall I take that as a sign of

REM