dear body,

please don't get used to sleep.
just admit it.

as nice as it is to settle into
the warm embrace of your thoughts
and rise before the clock counts out,
there is so much you will have missed.

3 a.m with a boy who may
sing you a song or tell you a secret.
you might even cry when it passes from
his lips to your ears in the midnight air
(though you won't exactly know why.)

the fevered attempts to outrun the morning,
your feet fold and slick on the wet grass,
but a haughty laugh keeping the sun at bay
and the chill of the stars off your shoulders.

or even the frantic pitter-patter of keys
as you race the escape of the story
your mind forgot to tell.

so i apologize in advance
for the nodding off during conversation,
the necessity of an extra cappuccino shot,
the added stress of deadlines missed
and the missed alarms waking you to reality.

but after all, my dear,
isn't it those wonder nights that make you
want to be alive in the morning?