Sleep Comes Not Easily


My friend, Stella Bailey, who writes free verse poetry at ‘Simply Stella,’ wrote “Masterpiece of Emotion.” It really spoke to me and I envisioned this response:

When sleep comes not easily,
Scotch poured and at Baldwin,
My fingers lightly on the keys,
Playing a concert for none.

Perhaps…

Another one listens at this hour, too.
Her nakedness outshines a Texas moon,
As she writhes in her singular agony,
Grass-bound beyond neighborly fence.

Do I stroke her most tender keys
Till she’s a brilliant concert of one?

Perhaps.

Finished, I’ll politely bow, knowing
Her climax is my standing ovation.
She is the masterpiece I now play
When sleep comes not so easily.

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