Lobe.

you awoke at 5:45
I was on the chair
bottle of wine in my hand
cigarette hanging
out of my mouth
you looked at me
with one eye open
"what are you doing?"
I had no answer then
I mumbled something
filled with wit
you half smiled
put your face into the pillow
and let out a sigh
I shut my eyes slowly
and opened them slowly
to find you
face to face
with me
I told you I thought you were beautiful when you slept
you told me I looked foolish
in the state I was in
so I put the bottle down
took one last drag
crossed my legs
squinted my eyes
and stuck my tongue out at you
you shook your head
with a smile
a smile that showed your teeth
I knew then
something I had done was right
I showed you all the writing I had done
throughout the night
while I watched you sleep
it was up and down my arms
on my hands
my palms
and belly
you pointed to the pad of paper next to the chair
"you really are foolish sometimes"
I shrugged my shoulders
and hummed a tune
you picked up the bottle
took a drink
laid back down
held the side of the covers up
that is when I stood up
and opened my mouth
"a fool would not get next to you right now"
you took me into your bed
smelling of ink, alcohol, smoke and sweat
buried your face into the nook
that is where my arm meets my chest
and let out a sigh of content
the spot below your ear lobe has never been kissed more than that night.