In The Still Hours Of Night Poem by Hadi Hakkai Renato P.

Yawn.
I look into the dark chocolate ponds of your eyes.
They are smiling,
beckoning me to fall into them.
But I won't.
I can't let you see into my soul;
Peer through me and find my secrets.
I lower my gaze, cathching the golden glow of your skin
Cast by the beam of blue computer light...
Beep! Beep!
The watch hauntingly reminds us of how long we've been sitting here,
unconcerned either for our rest or the upcoming day
My senses are dulled, and all I can rely on is my laughter, my touch
Upon the cotton, the wood, the cold glass window
I see myself; feel everything through you
The sense of feeling so tired we no longer want to sleep
Everything becoming so lethargetized neither of us can think clearly
And I wonder if you know,
and just how much,
or if you can read my mind as if it unfolded in pages
right in your lap; turned smoothly by your gentle fingers
insistingly moulding my essence
I close my eyes and breathe in your presence
Just to wtch the many ways your face can change
The smallest detail, the slightest gesture,
And I eat everything up like a famished creature
Hold me, take me in your arms and whisper me to sleep
Sing to me the lullaby of your smile, the verse of your
dilated pupils, sleep-derived and somber,
yet oh so tempting to fall into
So fall, let me,
And I shall drown in the depths of your heart beat
as my head hits the table
And I slowly drift to sleep.