halfway through 1 a.m.

Speak to me with a voice
That makes my strength flee.
You never know how you can touch me
With that tender look in your eyes.
When your lips break into a smile,
My heart shrinks—maybe I’ll die
As soon as you fill this space
With your laughter. I am unwise.
Until then,
I can wallow in this glow
Your presence brings
And even as I’m rendered insomniac,
I caress your sweet face in my dream.