I Can’t Get No Sleep

We lay as two spoons;
My back to you
It starts feathery, drawn
Rhythmic, predictable
Audible, but gentle
Until the twitch, twitch
A pause-
Before the whistling expulsion
After the long hold
I can hear it beginning
Fills up your cheeks
And, noisily, disruptively-
pops like a kiss
As it escapes.

Jesse Falk