Persephone Plummeting

I never understood until you.
I couldn’t fathom why people wanted to spend nights together. 
It used to always be a race to get out unscathed before the sun showed up;
Extricate before everyone involved sobered up and
I had to pretend I hadn’t just used them
Or been used.
I never had the urge to be the last and first thing seen,
To bridge the gap between the p.m. and the a.m.
Then it clicked.
Slowly,
Because that’s how things work with me when I don’t want to admit to them, but
Suddenly I find myself wondering about your sleepy sounds,
The peaceful repose before the senses are in full swing.
I wonder how easily we’d find a comfortable position to sleep while staying entwined.
Who would be the first to fall asleep mid-sentence,
Would there be sleep at all?
And not once in all this wondering did I think about sex.
That’s how I knew.
It didn’t take long for that one to click.
Trouble.
And I understood it all.