The sleeping game

I play
this game.
Its my
favorite
one to
play with
you.
At times
I have to
hold my giggle.
This is how
the game is
played,
You wake
up before me
and get ready
for work.
I am not
sleeping.
But you
think I am.
You are
careful
and quiet.
Making sure
you do not
wake
me.
But you
can not.
Because I
am already
awake.
Sometimes
I look at you
when you
are not
watching.
I love to see
you roaming
around.
My favorite
part is coming
up.
You come
over to my side
of the bed.
Lifting
and tucking the
blankets in
their
proper
spot.
You whisper
in my ear
and kiss me.
Only once
when I am
sleeping
and if
I am awake?
Many
many
times.
I love
the one kiss.
When I am
playing the sleeping
game.
It is thoughtful,
potent,
and sweet.
I have decided
before I leave
this earth,
If I could
have just
one last kiss
from you..
It would
not be
deep and passionate.
It would
not be a bundle
of kisses.
It would
simply
be this
kiss.
The
Kiss
You
give me
when
I am
playing
the sleeping
game.