Early in the morning
wide awake
Clock ticking
Surrounding buzzing
Hands dancing
keys tapping
Lights emanating
from the screen outward
Touching my eyes
piercing inside it.
Without knocking
it entered
into my body
Flowing through vessels
flowing with blood
Snobbing the brain
straight to the heart
where it is loudest.
It knows where to go.
It knows where to console.
With the beating of it,
Faint
but unfailingly heard,
is this intense longing
I have for you
at 1:00 in the morning.
March 12, 2011. Written by Lav Acacio.