night shift

night shift

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

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

© 2024 jacob erin-cilberto


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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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

You are welcome
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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Sounds like the Godfather...."nothing personal, just business."
God, that is cold sex.
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A bittersweet love poem….the maid sees what she will always remember…her own passion with her lover…but no more…so her memories enhance when she sees this room , this bed full of recent sexual life…she takes the money and goes about her business…. This could be a scene in a movie…
I really enjoyed it!
Warmly, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your words, Betty,
j.
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You’re very welcome J.
Warmly, B
Powerful and poignant. Great write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Thomas,
j.
Except for the money, it is hard to believe there is no other satisfaction. I do not doubt that these women, for the most part, hate what they are doing. I can't help but wonder if there is no enjoyment at all.

Take care - Dave

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Yes, one has to wonder,
thank you, Dave,
j.
The oldest profession can provide a living, but the last lines speak of its possible emotional costs.

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

So many, John...so many,
j.
Like a classic foreign film of years ago, stark, black & white, life's flipside,
captured in your lines so well!
JD

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

Thank you JD...I quite like those old films.
j.
dear Jacob… could this in any way… be a Paradox? Knocking on a Door? Softly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

quite possible Pat, quite possible.
j.
Oh the joys life of a hooker or call girl LOL

Posted 1 Year Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Year Ago

sometimes such a sad life...thank you, Dale,
j.

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jacob erin-cilberto
jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL



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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..