I climb through darkness and heavy snores,
over the bed frame and over your back
to reach the spot by the wall
where I curl up against
it’s cool discontent.

You awaken;
I ignore your pleas
and pitiful attempts to turn me on.

Silence abducts the pitch room
and I whisper I love you—
like a blanket, like an apology,
like a pitiful attempt,
but neither you nor the wall respond.