Together, they slipped into their sleep,
Sleep so deep they didn’t hear the slow,
Sure sliding away into no-sound
When it finally ground to an end.
Could simple slumber mend what troubled?
When they awoke, hungover, she hissed
At him, but he missed the sign, mangled
The chance she dangled for makeup sex,
Missed his ex- in his morning shower,
Felt his power fade to naught by noon.
She had slept soundly but woke troubled.
Love had hissed to a slow, mangled end.
By noon, he missed her, so he got pissed.
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