my wife of twenty years
lying snoring beside me

soft, quiet, napping type snores
you don’t fall in love

because of snoring
or any of the other

innocuous sounds
life brings bounding into marriage

I like to think
that her snoring

comes from a deep reservoir
of calm

the love sighs
of the secure

we are at a lake, it is summer
my wife in repose in a black bathing suit

whispering sibilant greetings
from that place we go to slumber

a code deciphered over two decades
of sharing a pillow

Michael Dennis