Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

3:18 in the morning big and red
normally a time for what's left
of this mind to bathe itself in a tub
of warm delta zzzzzzz's, instead I feel
a soft invasion, the charm of your generosity
your soul-smile is lit as if you were here
in this bed lying right next to me, so

I pull the drawer handle, fish blindly
for a sheet of paper, a ballpoint that still works
to document your presence here, and even tho
I inherently know there are no real words
to illustrate this feeling that coaxed my eyelids
to roll upward, still, I turn the bed lamp on low
honor your visit with this pathetic chicken-scratch

the long-shot hope that this will mean something
to you, unsure, if I will ever even expose these inner workings
to you, this sleepless man's crazy thoughts, this x-ray of love,
the sinew of naked confessions that come in the night,
the raw essence of you, and me, that cannot be silenced
by the persistent ticking of an indifferent alarm clock,
we both understand this, from rooms at opposite ends

of the city, we switch off our lights, stare at the shadows
on the ceiling

i know what ya mean....

Absolutely brilliant!