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