“You’re stealing my covers,” she says
but she assures me that she is only kidding
I am her blanket.
Squeezing tighter around her
I whisper into her ear.
“I love you, too,” she says
squeezing back and doing her best
to kiss me
kissing me like an owl,
neck twisted almost all the way around.
“Goodnight,” she says
I kiss her back
and she pulls all the covers away from me.
by James Patrick Schmidt