Mind the Gap

What do you call the space between sex and love?
The middle-ground that clouds my vision
and makes me question every look,
every statement, every minute.
When the passion has subsided
and heads resume their inclination
to rest on pillows,
I always want to ask,
what now?

The minute his neck moves away,
I know the opportunity has passed.
Soft snores flood the room
and I long to return to the time
when our lips touched with closed eyes.