Today I am thankful that I will soon be asleep. I am tired out, too tired to be a nice wife, too tired to resist snapping when Daniel vexes me, too tired to shrug at something that is worth only a shrug, not a 15 minute half-quarrel. But mostly, I am thankful that after a fair amount of searching, I discovered this poem:
At last I can be with you!
The grinding hours
since I left your side!
The labor of being fully human,
working my opposable thumb,
talking, and walking upright.
Now I have unclasped
unzipped, stepped out of.
Husked, soft, a be-er only,
I do nothing, but point
my bare feet into your
clean smoothness
feel your quiet strength
the whole length of my body.
I close my eyes, hear myself
moan, so grateful to be held this way.
Meredith Holmes, “In Praise of My Bed” from Shubad’s Crown. Copyright © 2003 by Meredith Holmes.
Another Door 
Thanks for sharing this poem. its lovely, made me wish i was back home in my bed right now.