What about my story?

I hear the question,

 and feel the tap on my eyelids.

Try to play still,

 but she persists.

Open my eyes.

Sure enough,

  it is her.

"Tell me a story."

 I can only sigh.

She is my punishment,

and my friend.

Knowing what I crave.

"What kind of story?

  I know a few,

   still why waste one?"

She hides a smile.

"I want them all"

It begins again.

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Ironically I'm not much good at reading between the lines and understanding this style of writing but of all your poems that I have read this is definitely my favorite. I found it sweet and enjoyable. Thanks for sharing Jon :)

[Jon Roggie]

Don't feel bad. I don't even understand my writing sometimes. This one falls into my stories. I have fun with this style. Still working on it.