yes it is like that little battery .. just keeps on spitting out another lacklustre poem. I seriously do wonder if this Napowrimo exercise is beneficial since it reinforces bad habits rather than strengthening things like attention. Well it's all good.
How You Hunt
When the morning opens, I pull myself
out of the soft furrow, my indented
temple, honed through the night by the shovel
of my torso, and walk around the bed
to face you, bent like an archer’s crossbow,
your hands between your legs, prayerful and still,
your head bent humbly in the divine act
of dreaming or in the plot of patience.
Even in your sleep empty space beckons,
energy like a magnet denying blank,
as you cross over, spread limbs in linen.
I realize how you wait quietlike,
for a momentary absence of mine,
for idleness of armor, the soft spot.
Finding it, you slip into me, taking
what’s unguarded ‘til my nest becomes yours.