I've had too much time on my hands,
Too much time
On fingertips
On fingertips to scratch
To poke
My hands on fingerdances
Upon your wayward spine.
And you emerged from the woodwork,
Sawdust covered, splintered hair
A tinderbox of past small voices
Sometimes screaming,
Most times deafened
Nearly burning at the thought.
One single wall clock
Ticks and hums in a rainy,
Open windowed room.
How many seconds had I spent,
How minutes did I lie in wait?
How many hours
Days
Months…
A goddamned year…
Did I wait to feel that tick again?
You pillow fought me in my wrinkled pajamas,
While I wrestled with the notion of this occurrence
In my cavernous little head.
Why are you here?
Why is this comfortable,
And why, my god,
Do I already want more?
I sought comfort in the notion of impossibility,
And awoke in the morning,
Curled, medusa-haired, tangled
In your raspy arms.
What was this nonsense?
I talked to you, minus words,
I screamed at you, in a kiss
I clawed at you,
………Gently.
I certainly hope you’d
Understand.
What I want, and what I need
And the lack of congruence therein,
Lie simultaneously in the midspace of your head
And some rainy nights, like last
I get to hold a little piece of it in my palm.
I suppose I should thank you for the reassurance
That perhaps, lying in your arms was never quite a mystery,
And rather, a happening
A sweet dream of epic proportions,
A jittery legged night squeeze,
A recollection, and maybe a hope
An altogether undeniable comfort
Temporary or not,
Your splintered hair left me unscathed,
And I ought not light this tinderbox,
For fear of extinguishing the possibility
Of you.
Here,
Yet again.
I lost you,
I found you,
Turned my bad side anew
Sent it off with a flimsy handshake,
And prayed for daylight.
So easily you could create
That indelible mark
On an otherwise
Resistant me.
You left too much time on my hands
Too much time,
On my fingertips,
My fingertips that held,
My hands that squeezed
Leap year, New Year,
Time zones away,
And a brand new time space
A watch/clock timepiece
One
New
Era
(Right here.)
Too much time
On fingertips
On fingertips to scratch
To poke
My hands on fingerdances
Upon your wayward spine.
And you emerged from the woodwork,
Sawdust covered, splintered hair
A tinderbox of past small voices
Sometimes screaming,
Most times deafened
Nearly burning at the thought.
One single wall clock
Ticks and hums in a rainy,
Open windowed room.
How many seconds had I spent,
How minutes did I lie in wait?
How many hours
Days
Months…
A goddamned year…
Did I wait to feel that tick again?
You pillow fought me in my wrinkled pajamas,
While I wrestled with the notion of this occurrence
In my cavernous little head.
Why are you here?
Why is this comfortable,
And why, my god,
Do I already want more?
I sought comfort in the notion of impossibility,
And awoke in the morning,
Curled, medusa-haired, tangled
In your raspy arms.
What was this nonsense?
I talked to you, minus words,
I screamed at you, in a kiss
I clawed at you,
………Gently.
I certainly hope you’d
Understand.
What I want, and what I need
And the lack of congruence therein,
Lie simultaneously in the midspace of your head
And some rainy nights, like last
I get to hold a little piece of it in my palm.
I suppose I should thank you for the reassurance
That perhaps, lying in your arms was never quite a mystery,
And rather, a happening
A sweet dream of epic proportions,
A jittery legged night squeeze,
A recollection, and maybe a hope
An altogether undeniable comfort
Temporary or not,
Your splintered hair left me unscathed,
And I ought not light this tinderbox,
For fear of extinguishing the possibility
Of you.
Here,
Yet again.
I lost you,
I found you,
Turned my bad side anew
Sent it off with a flimsy handshake,
And prayed for daylight.
So easily you could create
That indelible mark
On an otherwise
Resistant me.
You left too much time on my hands
Too much time,
On my fingertips,
My fingertips that held,
My hands that squeezed
Leap year, New Year,
Time zones away,
And a brand new time space
A watch/clock timepiece
One
New
Era
(Right here.)
great great work darls
