you could break a bone
you can’t see
I decide it’s worth the risk after hours of blackout boredom

maybe the candlelight has gotten her in the mood too
but how to go about asking
hey I’m really bored so you wanna have sex with me?
the neighbors will probably hear!

don’t knock the candle over!!

I can’t see, where is it?

wrong hole, whaddya need a flashlight?

now I can’t watch like I like to
maybe I will use a flashlight

Whoa, I came right when the power came back on!

Image Credit:Michael Prewett

Daniel J. Flore III’s poems have appeared in many publications.  His fifth poetry book, WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN, can be found here.