the city never sleeps

even in the heart of the night sky,

the city never sleeps; it is as restless

and awake as the words in this poem.

it is as restless and as alive

as my

beating

beating

heart.

what else could beat with such

restless grace

for such a grand soul

that belongs to you?

everybody else is a mere shell,

a carcass of a human body

waiting for something to start beating

in them the way

you have my heart beating.

and the city is restless.

and my heart never stops its thumping.

thumping.

thumping.

and it beats in the city, longing for your warmth.