3 am wake you up to sit and talk.
But the sound of your breathing, the sound of your voice,
The sound of the feeling, the sound of our kiss.
The feeling of you wrapped around my hips.

6 am up, thinking of you
While poetry is the language I choose, for my visionary awareness of the experience you arranged, to create the emotion, I'm trying to erase

9 am we both do separate things,
Me wondering what would have been, if i were by your side
I gasped a little mesmerizing the thought.

Hour by hour
Time passes by
I am hollow inside
Tik tok,  tik tok
Still a black void
Floating on earth but not very far

12 am you come along
Setting me free to outer space.
Holding my hands to keep warm, to pull me closer to position a fire deep inside me.

By: Zoulaikha