some strange unbidden lullaby

this really isn't anything, it's not planned or good, but i wanted to write it and i don't want it to be useless. such as it is i present to you

I could cradle you
as the sea cradles all bleached bones in time

with all the tenderness
of skin picked raw from fingernail's edge

with all the ferocity
of a phone hurled loathesome at your bedroom wall

with all the sleepy solitude
of some vague luminescent creature

passing time uncounted
amongst those bleached bones sunk
far below the reach
of love-grasping hands
where the hidden currents
roll around my heart