I have written and write long in through the long night and the light from the candle warms my fingers as I speculate rewrite and wait ’til the new words start sinking in,

Float like a stone?
I do that on my own.

When sex is not the question
but the question arises
two eyes is
bigger than my belly at times.

Love life is a headline
on the fine edge of
a balancing act that we juggle

and in the circus ring
under the big tent
they bring
laughter and smiles,
ooh and ahh
Ma and Pa amazed as well.

Dreams seamlessly switching to dreams
all very implausible
but the words make them possible
I write.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.