Battling now
Two innate desires
To close my eyes now
Or to stoke the fires
While slumber is pleasing
It cannot compete
With the tender-sweet teasing
As word and thought meet
The trickling of moments
The ticking of time
Are the musical meter
Of rhythm and rhyme
So here is the quandary
To sleep or not
But I feel my Muse curving
Against my thought
And I have never
Had the will to resist
The luring endeavor
In a word’s cunning kiss
© Janet Martin
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