This was the eighth straight night that I'm crying lonely
She hasn't laid a hand to show intimacy
Promise of tomorrow, caring ultimacy
For the giving of tasks to share burden only

Heavy snoring on couch before the kids bedtime
Should I startle her up for a snooze fest cuddle
With open leg napping for the release puddle
Or do I let her be; basement self-stroking slime

Counselling to advice that led to some options
Where the shame of sharing didn't disturb the covers
And resentment followed to break of non-lovers

I will not accept this, separation motions
To freely chase the fish that will water my pond
And to dry puffy eyes for libido respond.