a half-asleep conversation at the dead of night

Are you asleep?

I ask for the sixth time

Your heavy breathing pauses briefly and your eyes open momentarily, to answer

No

Then back again.

Are you asleep?

You ask me, 3 minutes later

I pause, woken by your speech,

Eyes heavy lidded, begging to be shut again,

And I answer

Do you want to sleep?

No

Neither do I

I close my eyes

And return to an attentive slumber

Glued to your chest like a magnet.