A fish and a bird could fall in love but where will they build their nest

The old adage soaks into the mattress

dripping sweat in torturous damp sheets

Blinking into the night

As your hot as an oven heat turns with

A sleepy sigh under our favorite quilt

We are cut from very different cloths

Yet

You are my person

I get you

Not alike like nesting spoons

More akin to bread with butter better together

My breathing matches yours

Your arm stretches to touch my shoulder

Drifting me back to slumber

Floating on the shared currents of our dreams

My ragged snore escapes

And another

And another

Each louder that the one before

Your eye opens

Waking up that old saying

about a fish and a bird