nerves

Pages have fluttered
past, and ages with them,
and my words
sigh
as they pass from
pen to dust,
motes dancing
for seconds
in mind and memory.

And now,
I lay out my nerves
(foryou)
end to screaming end,
twist them together
with shaky fingertips,
and try to shape
throbbing meaning from them...
but worry not, my
love,
no drop
of sweat-blood-tears
could smudge the
words they write
for you.