When I can't sleep, I write.

I lay here still, still enough to feel my heartbeat,
Tick, tick, boom
A surge
Blood, adrenaline, anticipation
Racing against
thinking of
Imagining
Dreaming
Running parallel to another beat, yours
Steady, constant, even, hard
Bass paired with the hum of february's breeze
Which hangs slightly confused in harlem's night
I fill journals and piece puzzles together
Lyrics of lust prepared to be learned like lines
As I shake when you spear
I study soliloquies to sum up
What we're doing here
butterflies in my stomach that come up
They flutter in fear
In the moments of apprehension you hold my hands
As I ad lib the words to your song you sing along
As you MC this show I take in what you know
Bring in your noise, bring me your fuck
Your one of a kind guitar, fingered and plucked
Converting my vibrations into your electricity
I feel all of your rhythm and none of it is blue
I'm not about to fall in love with hip hop
But I only want to learn about music from you