Friday, October 07, 2011

Too Late

Up too late
to write this poem
or rhyme for you.

Up too late
to punctuate
my love for you
with hearts, colon
dash and asterisk.

Up too late
to see a solid shape
for what it is. It could
be you or me, or
merely nothing.

Up too late
to feel your touch
and know that I'm
not dreaming.

Up too late
to taste a taste
to smell perfume
and lose myself.


  1. Thought provoking. I especially like the last smell perfume/and lose myself.

  2. Up too late on purpose? Or are you an insomniac like me ") We have to make time for the important things like poetry, music, touch, AND SLEEP! Beautiful poem Ben.

  3. Berlinerin: I don't know about thought provoking. More late-night rambling ;)

    Annie: Of course I'm an insomniac :)

  4. Awesome! I love this...great rhythm. When I'm up too late, I either go outside and howl at the moon or read a book or my own Tarot cards. Makes for some great dreams once I finally do doze off.

  5. My friend recently started a blog on tarot :) You should check it out.

  6. Thanks, Ben, I will. I've been studying the Tarot for about 8 years and feel as though I've only touched the surface. xo

  7. so lovin' on this poem, ben. sweeet charming and


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