Half asleep is not half awake

Friday evening's chardonnay beckons

 I can't drink half a bottle

   I'd rather not drink this evening

Some conversations hang about on phone calls

 I disconnect. 

  I have no need 

   for such half-hearted ones.

My buddy suggests a meeting

 wants me to drive halfway across

   I cancel plans for sitting idle 

  And being me

I drink from a beer mug 

  full of bergamot tea

    heated to eighty 

     and diffused right. 

    No shortcuts to good tea.

My lover appears

  in an unusual yearning. 

   She wishes for pleasure, 

     for herself though.

I hold her

  pour all of my passion

   watch her 

    hear her 

     and then miss her.

I unwrap myself

   she mumbles my name. 

   I pat her gently to sleep... 

  One should not disturb strangers sleeping.

I walk back to my bed

  slide in. 

   Wholeheartedly 

    into no-holds-barred sleep.