We fell asleep with Johnny Carson
flickering; staying with friends
sleeping on their lumpy pull-out couch.
The television volume at a murmur;
we were submerged to our necks
in a sheet and blanket,
close to each other. You turned
caused a blunt collision to my groin.
I grimaced in late-night pain.
“You kneed me,” I whimper-whispered.
You looked tenderly into my eyes,
“Yes I do.” But I disputed, “No, you kneed me”
“Yes honey, I need you.”