Karissa Satchwell Heartquake

im not sure that youre aware
of these times you've kept me from sleep
the inhalations of your notes,
the rise and fall of your syllables
creep not only past my earring holes
but in the crack nestled between my lids
which reminds me that im not resting
as my eyes grow wider and wave away any ounce of grain
youre the reason why at night i come down with fever
as your voice spills out with the calm of a river
and flows through the hollow spots behind my skin
with heat too striking, that fills me in