Missing Toe

And I am off to bed 

To sleep alone

Uninhabited,

Apart from snores;

And of snores I wish could repent.

Those noises I cannot bear.

Amongst her toes, I dare not touch,

Is a space; beautiful,

Which I dearly love!

Appreciating what was full,

But alas no more.

But who am I to speak?

In bad styles of no importance 

Except when she's watching

Between a few sounds real?

So let those snores of hers

Silence me

And let her twitching toes

Unravel me

She's the finest I know.