{"id":73089,"date":"2020-06-28T00:26:34","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T04:26:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=73089"},"modified":"2020-06-28T00:26:34","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T04:26:34","slug":"hour-16-16-hours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-16-16-hours\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 16: 16 hours"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He whispers promises that neither of us hear,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Safer, that his secrets always remain his,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And mine dangling at the edge of my bed, where he lays<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I melt, under his generous gaze,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For 16 hours of one lifetime,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He belonged to me,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For 16 hours, that could almost be a day,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I modeled modest dreams of sand, in clay<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And I pray, quietly,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Oh how ardently, violently, passionately,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Fate will tear him from me, I await patiently,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">For him to disguise his choices as fate,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And mine as unfortunate\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">As luck would have it, he left some dreams on my pillow,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And no amount of rigorous washing could get the stains off,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Now I sleep each night in his dreams<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And he wanders sleepless, it seems<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Well, now neither of us can sleep <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He whispers promises that neither of us hear,\u00a0 Safer, that his secrets always remain his,\u00a0 And mine dangling at the edge of my bed, where he lays I melt, under his generous gaze, For 16 hours of one lifetime,\u00a0 He belonged to me,\u00a0 For 16&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":930,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-73089","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73089","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/930"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=73089"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73089\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73093,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73089\/revisions\/73093"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=73089"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=73089"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=73089"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}