Psalm Sonnet 4: Expecting You to be There

Come to bed, lover. I can't sleep
Without you. The warm relief from
Your body has left, and there's no
Answer to my arm when I turn,

Expecting that you will be there.
Not to talk. Not to love. But come
To lie down next to me and sleep.
There's a space only you can fill.

I'm only silent and at rest
When, should I speak, you would hear me.