my archaic soft body skin
an all-inclusive retreat for dry fingertips
tonic for a mind
oasis to ease thoughts
desiccated by the modern work of pressing on plastic mouse, click click clack
pressing on my joints, click click clack
I trace the warm dough sanctuary of my belly
tonight, with tired fingertips
not sleep heavy yet, fingertips
become an angel’s feather
a memory of lightness to come