greedily I stretch out the day, while beyond the window the silence of the empty road declares that the world is in bed. evening lights ceased twinkling several hours ago. my friends, my enemies, and everybody in between, give in to their magic dreams, or dance a horizontal insomniac jig in damp and tangling sheets. adolescents whisper, subversively giggling with their sisters sharing a schoolgirl iniquity. lovers spoon together sweaty, semen slick, all passions spent until the morning rise.I write as the chill of dawn's subtle hint glimmers on the horizon, willing my eyes to stay open, my guilty wish to be left alone temporarily fulfilled.
Writing 101 Poetry Day 3
“For Day 3, @rohitofficial offers us a prompt on a theme we all care about: Sleep.”
©Jane Paterson Basil