Even in her sleep

I’m back home

Smelling

Of work

She’s asleep on

The

Couch

Hands beneath her

Head

That

Slight pinkness in

Her

Cheeks

And even in her

Sleep

She sings to

Me

I gently place the

‘Cardie’

Across her

Shoulder

Marveling in this

Strange

Paradox

Feminine vulnerability

And

Strength

And even in her

Sleep

She sings to

me