In the midst of sweaty sleep
I wake you
Stop snoring please
You protest back into sleep

A little while later
Again, wake up please
Tell me a story
my brain won’t stop

Eyes still closed
you ask
Are you ready for
the Story of the Magic JPEG?

And you tell me about how
I can still save the world
with . . . porn.
And I realize that this

This is love.
I know love.
Comforted, I fall asleep
In the middle of your story.

Whoops.