As good as it gets

The lights are off.

You are sleeping
Next to me.

A benign mass;
A trunk of warmth.

There is a silence
In your mind I think.

And tonight we forget
About everything;

The things we wanted,
The things we'll never get.

I creep my bitten nails
Down your back.

I want to prod you
From it's-been-a-long-day sleep.

But this generous
Imperceptibality, my darling,

This leaden harmony,
Is perhaps as good as it gets.

I feel no animosity for you,
A strong amiability,

And perhaps, my love,
(There are no others),

This is as good as it gets.