Small rectangle by the bed
Waiting, with the glass
Ready for that moment
When insomnia is too much
The body in the bed
shifts, changes position
An arm reaches out
Grabs for that comfort
The screen blinks on
©cih17, 25.11.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.