Wild Work

Puzzle me
to the beating of your bones.
Lend me a soft hand
to spill my tears upon,
into the river they drift
and mix in with sand
at the bottom of the ocean.

Set me unchained into the wild,
feeling the rain on my
naked back.
I revolt,
while you reflect on coffee filters
and no.3 pencils
that you had in 3rd grade
when you caught that girl's eye.

Suffer me,
the blues swallow me,
and sigh.
I will feel the pain,
put on the Cheshire grin,
leap out of the window
and into the Moon's light.