I Prefer Midnight


I prefer midnight,
dancing in the corner,
in the quiet,
no longer chasing buses
with babies crying while mothers seeking
solitude nap with one eye open.

I prefer midnight,
shunning the glare
of bleached smiles
so blinding, you squint your eyes,
unaware of imperfections
burrowed deep inside.

I prefer midnight
when distractions are few,
senses are heightened,
and you wear night’s cloak
while those with flashlights panning the crepuscule,
curse under their breath in search of you.


*My writings are inspired by the things I find. Please see my About page for the link to my ebay store.