Poetry

[skull_bearer]

Dedication

My fingers skin across the keys like a heartbeat.
The clicking tones of line on line
and tale upon tale through other's eyes
I write. The hungry hook of longing for you
my friend. I write that the call of the keys
will reach across earth and sea to you
and you'll think of me.

And I wonder if the click of the keys
are the same as the tick of the clock?
That the faster I type the faster they'll go.
The hour hand spiunning through the days
as the sun rises and sets within this world
and it turns, and you'll return all the faster.
My heart scrapes in pain against my ribs,
but I'll not feel it, and pull it close;
to let it out between the keys,
to pool and slip between the words,
to wait for you to read it.