soldiers in sleep
i sleep recklessly like a child
conquering the territorial land mass of her crib
and lately i alternate,
making you an ally
or an enemy in my quest
as i reach for you
while nuding you
from yr rightful half
of the bed
and when we curled up
on the floor last night
perhaps my waking
in the panic of discomfort
sprung less from the awkward,
less-than-nestling concrete
and more from
the insecurity of disarmament
with so much new land to secure
and my favorite axis
undefeatable without my
favorite weapon: the edge
but in my sleepy wonder,
i noticed yr hand
found my back
each time i rose my head
like somehow,
you are aware of me
despite the lack of tripwires
in our new barracks