Inkpaw

each tuft of fluff
that sprouts from this fabric 
shrouding my bent over shoulders 
as I cradle this softly glowing screen 
and merge my mind with the rhythmic click 
of the keys 

You wander 
through a wasteland of subconscious thought
who are you to think twice 
as you round each bend 
going in circles 
each second you try to befriend 
slips away like sand 

Hours click
Clock
Tick
Into each other
Like gears always shifting 
And kookooclock concerns 
Popping out of the little window on my forehead 
At the top of every anxious moment 

Hello 
You wave at me
Gently like a swaying blade of grass
Seconds drag on
And moments pass
Before I can think to lift my hand in reply
The regret will now linger
Crawling in a hot shameful, many legged entity 

soft in waves
she comes down from the heavens
tethered only by a fraying strand of moonlight
caressing each memory
she holds in her hand
your sleeping heart at night
still beating as it will within her silken purse

I want to pull the ribbon of my emotions
My thoughts and feelings 
Out through my mouth 
And tie it
In a beautiful bow 
But each time I reach
Into that well between my chin and collarbone