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”

You reiterated,
Yes honey, I need you.”