Sleep Talking

She is lying in bed right next to him.
The painkillers have started taking effect
numbing that stupid pain
of her body failing her today, of all days
that he is here, with her.

She is ever so sleepy
Sleepy, sleepy
and heavy, heavy
and happy, happy
falling asleep...

He moves his body closer to hers
kissing her 
lightly
taking her in his arms
nestling her head on his chest
safe, safe, ever so safe
like a dreaming child in those arms
safe on her island of his lean, gorgeous body.

The TV on
raving about political unrest 
and jibberish media lies
and worries that are of major concern
to everyone it seems
but she is nestled in his arms
drinking in his beloved smell
listening to that calm, insightful voice
occasionally commenting on the news nonsense
dispersing fear, shedding light.

She falls asleep
even dreams of a girl,
a stranger,
and tells him of it
mumbling half asleep as she is in his arms
''that girl...''

She is safe
and content
and well-fucked

As if in a dream, his voice:
''time to take you home baby,
you are being needed there...''