stay

I know what will happen.

You'll emerge from the bedroom,

eyes crinkled from sleep like a puppy,

doughy thighs peeking from under your sleep shirt,

wavy hair swinging from your sleepyhead,

and you'll put your arms around my neck,

and your hair will tickle my cheek,

and your breasts will press against my back,

and the dark fog that fills my head will

- WHOOSH -

out one ear and away

like you stuck a leaf blower in the other.

And I will change my mind again.

I will stay.