my eyelids are doing that thing
where every blink takes longer
and      longer    and
i know your blood cooks when
i murmur it's time for bed
in some sleepy stupor (you know it's
cute) but you just can't get past the
frustration that we cannot
stay up the whole night and chatter.

And so I know I'm sitting here
writing for the sake of writing
and running on sentences because
my eyelids are still doing that thing but
you are in the shower now,
so i'll try to keep them open until you
come back
so that I can purr that i'm sleepy
as if you hadn't already been dreading it.