When Sunny Gets Blue comes on
at midnight, just as you are headed for bed.
I see your eyes grey and cloudy, your intent
to turn in, so I don’t even request a real dance,
but sit your 5 foot 11 on the side of the bed, my arms
around your shoulders, and sway with the tune,
my lips on your neck.  I like this.  I am taller
than you and I’m running the show.