I had an affair with my sleeping wife.
When we first got married,
I would sometimes be woken up by dreamy chatter
At dead of night.
At first it was scary, other times offsetting
But I paid attention
And finally I got it:
She would sometimes
Offload the heaviest words,
And the happiest moments.
It wasn’t always clear, but I heard her
And I would have a good laugh
At how she scolded the children.
Her sleeping self was my partner in crime
A beauty in Eden, my cheat sheet.
She would sometimes reply my questions
Divulging her unsaid thoughts
And I understood them.
And I would smile and love her waking self
Like my sleeping wife wanted me to.

Winniefred F. Gbemuotor