oh, puppy that you are
We become a pile of sheets
giggling and falling off the bed
Like sleepover-obsessed teenagers
doing makeovers, playing Truth or Dare
You fear of my fear,
of my fleeing the game
So I put you up to it, I call your bluff
and laugh as I see your thoughts
Question my giggles once or twice,
then just join the teary laughter
It's healthy
We both know what to expect this way.