I write my poems past midnight

I write my poems past midnight

When the streets are quiet and the wind is down

I write past midnight because there is no noise

No expectation

Not meant to be doing anything when it’s gone past midnight

Nothing you’re supposed to be doing

Only what pleases you

With whoever you choose

You

Only desires and mischief 

Purely pleasure past midnight

Calm

You indulge past midnight

Whiskeys in the dark

Looking at nothing else but your own shadow

Through a haze

Hum 

Move correctly past midnight

Even though you’re not supposed to 

In a gaze past midnight

A clear gaze.