the sweet pleasure of reading a book
under the blankets
hiding it from the roving parental eye
open the covers
to the thrill of the chase
the light of the flashlight
of imagined worlds
for nocturnal eyes.
A mere bloody sacrifice
of sleep.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
the sweet pleasure of reading a book
under the blankets
hiding it from the roving parental eye
open the covers
to the thrill of the chase
the light of the flashlight
of imagined worlds
for nocturnal eyes.
A mere bloody sacrifice
of sleep.