One of my first submissions – nifty little poem of what Riley's thoughts could be whenever he hears a whisper of one of Ben's hunches. Let me know if you guys want me to touch on other characters!
Happy reading!
-Licia
One More
One more, you say.
One more day, one more bout of twenty-four hours
that turn into forty-eight, seventy-two.
I can do the math, you know.
And I match your request
with the quirk of an eyebrow hidden beneath spectacles
reflecting the glow behind their reason.
You insist, I groan.
You tempt, I…consent?
But not without another moan
just to prove a point.
Now the search begins, you off with
the girl; seductive siren.
While I sit, fingers racing, eyes skimming, coffee burning
as light fades.
But the hunt has begun and drives sleep back,
remaining in the whisper of my movements.
I'll complain once or twice
to myself, the desk, that speck of dust.
Claim unfairness, blame anyone but
myself.
You'll never hear it, though.
The truth.
The way my skin hums with excitement when you say,
I've got something.
My eyes spark and thoughts cackle
at possibilities.
My heart beats a staccato rhythm
at remembrance.
So I sit, searching, plotting, scheming with a mind
more machine than human.
And I'll whine to the imaginary you in my head about
too little help or not enough food.
But don't listen 'cause really?
I could use the gold.