January 27

We drink wine until our faces 
are flushed with pink spots
and our cheeks are hot 
from the fireplace 
spitting sparks at us
As we go to sleep 
your breathing is
deep and comforting 
a metronome 
hypnotizing me with
its careful rhythm
I want to stay awake 
in this moment 
a little longer  
but my lungs 
are begging to join yours
​Which will it be?