night shift

night shift

 

rooms of tossing and turning

the sheets

spilled romance

into heartless passion

 

she stares at the ceiling

the clock

feels the sweat

pouring from his wallet

 

she picks up her purse

folds the green

as he lies spent

serene

 

for her another day passes

without connection

to what used to

feel.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/8/24

Reviews

[Brokensoul]

The pain is palpable even in such a short poem. Loved reading it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words,
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The working girls practicing the world's oldest profession need to make a living too. I mean they have no retirement plan or 401 K. And the nearest they can get to a union is sharing the same pimp. I bear them no ill will while offering them no business either. To them, sex has become a commodity used to survive but they are the real victims of their profession. A thought invoking write, I enjoyed.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, nothing but a pimp...and no retirement plan.
j.

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

A bunch of different emotions come through with this write,
Very well penned.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Meg.
j.

[Alisa Js]

Hmmm, this sounds like a night with a lady of the night or a memory from the perspective of a sugar daddy after he realizes that's all he really is and nothing more... sad, really... yet it paints an accurate picture of where many find themselves...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your insightful review, Alisa,
j.

[Desert Knave]

A very stark look at too many people's reality. ~Jim

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jim.
j.

[Fairy Khan]

This embodies the pain of what could have been! Nicely written, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Fairy,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Your somewhat mix of emotions here can be interpreted in different ways by the thoughts, insight and imagination or your different reader, jacob. I think of a job application for the reader with a mind most like like yours: you write to search the how, when. where and what of others' minds to find that lone other being. Perhaps.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I believe that to be true...and I thank you for your words, my friend,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

My review was far too long-winded, apologies for that even though you trundled though it very kindly!
.

[andrew mitchell]

What is left after the fire has gone out only leaves a night of planning on the next day's shopping and a feeling of abandonment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and shopping gets so monotonous.
thank you, andrew,
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

This sounds either like a lady of the night and one of her clients she is leaving as her shift is over or a girlfriend or wife that no longer feels or has a connection passionately or emotionally for the person she is with and feels numb after moments of sex that is simply a means to and end

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Either will do...thank you, P.B..

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome

[Ana Papaya]

Very good write Jacob. That's a tough life and in that line of work it's all business. I've no doubt that time desensitizes you, so you go through the motions without feeling.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Sounds like the Godfather...."nothing personal, just business."
God, that is cold sex.
j.