The words that I write for you

I hear the unmistakable sound of their quick footsteps,
it seems like they run,
but they are just walking in a hurry,
it’s the words that I write while I watch you sleeping,
who don’t have patience or time,
as they take the shortcut to your heart,
I feel them climbing from the stomach, up the throat,
careful not to get hurt, they slip on the teeth,
and, as you open your eyes, they become poetry.