Staying Up Late
I don't mind staying up late
If it's to stare up at those eyes
As I'm glaring at them in our pillow talk
And as your soul lights up from your eyes
Cause they glow every time I turn the lights off
It's like with every touch under the sheets, I turn them on
And that's why you glow making it easier to trace your body
Even though by now it's imprinted in my mind
I don't mind staying up late
Cause you tend to losen up by the hour
So that by the twelfth hour
The mast is up;and her flag goes up and down
Cause by the holy hour of two
The hour after which nothing good happens
We were all up, her screaming profanities
Letting her demons tear up the sheets
I don't mind staying up late
If that let's me stare at her as she sleeps
Soundly on the canvas where we dared make art
Cause its like we were in rhythm during each stroke
The PO£T
Copyright © Humphrey Haji Luvumbi | Year Posted 2022
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