You Woke Me For Love Poem by Ashton Bobbitt

In the middle of the night
what began as a dream,
lush like a emotional ocean,
ended up stark reality as I felt you
touch me and as I knew it was
real, fleshy and actual in its beauty.
Sure, I did not need to be awakened
at this hour, but I did not resist
and like a drowning man who resigns himself
to his watery death, I gave up and went under,
your wetness my distinct ocean. I was your Jonah
in the wee hours, you swallowed me,
made me think it was a dream, unlike Jonah, I relished
being in the belly. But now
I know, and if this is what wakefulness with you
will be, let me never sleep again.
Let my eyes be frozen and open like cold stone
ready to be heated in the sun of your love.