It comes too recently at night
And touches too stoutly.
It never sleeps, neither allows,
Holding us tautly.
It speaks same languages, as me
And all together.
Is asking things about to be
Sharper then razor.
Is licking tenderly each nerve
And each connection.
It puts keen teeth in every verve
And each reaction.
It feeds through tears and cheers with fears
For stealing beauty,
Spreading decisions into fields
With sprouts of duty.
Then takes all flowers from those fields
And braids to essence.
It blossoms wildly through my ribs
On bed of presence.