i (laying with sheets strewn
across my naked body,
like clouds across the moon)
always seem to get to sleep, by her:
as if she was the night itself. i
always dream (to get to sleep by her)

and when, like old age, comes the inescapable dawn, the blast
of my alarm clock, I learn to stop dwelling upon the past.

Jackson Riley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-laying-with-sheets-strewn/