Come to bed
The dishes are all returned to their cupboards
The laundry categorized and sorted
And the messes that dwell on our countertops
weren’t liable to go anywhere today anyway
The sheets are calling
They’re soft and wonderful and they smell like you
and that detergent you like so much
This is what home smells like now
You’ve made me smell like home
We still have time
If you come to bed now, there’s time to read
I can run my fingers through your hair
massage your scalp and read to you
from the book of poems on the nightstand
Or we can fall asleep early
Together beneath the ceiling fan
our legs entwined, your soft exhale on my neck
The last thing that I think before sleep comes:
I hope I can put away your dishes forever