Some breathless evening
Some knots in the brain slipped
In desperation towards the carpet, sinking beneath
The surface of the bed.
Your head rests in air, slants
Sideways,
Sorry egg /Unhappy dog.
The day deserted you
(Again); that power of restless timewasting
These seconds that never
Quite return to their proper place.
– Seconds failing to count
Your heartbeat; time lost, become
Boring.
Record this evening. Record those sad breaths those
Staccato groans that no one hears.
I don’t believe in the night,
I know it does not care as I sink through
Its sexless hands,
Its heat taunting my skin –
Making me itch,
Making me bleed tiny drops of blood from my
Leg
On the bedsheet.
Cryptic Murmurs 