Hooker

I do it better in the dark.

Think-that is.

It could be because this is when my hair is down,

I can hear my breath living for me.

Most likely, it is because it is the only time

for me when I do not see...

Feel the sky loom its clouds,

the careless way it does so often rise and shine,

too bright for my light eyes that eat too much.

I am blinded by these opportunities and unknowns

of the day.

Overwhelmed. 

I say nothing I cannot see.

Overhead, empty as moon shadows I can be,

more thoughtful.

Night gales match my mood,

and pelting rain covers my sounds

in steam

across the taunting window panes.

I dry my face 

from dreams that drench the den.

Alone in my dark head.

Please-forget all I have said.

While others claim tight-knit sleep, 

I am loose and listening to every

one thing.

I do it better at night. 


Photo by Eugène Atget [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.