Wednesday, November 2, 2011

oh artful bones, why you and now?

i sleep naked...
i sleep most often
partially clothed
in doubt & bones
tethered by a
fragrant hair,
wired thru spring,
waking to hold
your skeleton to the brim...
i would let you in...
it would be a quick visit...
hello with love,
goodbye without,
could life rearrange?
you're too sweet to stomach
in the morning,
your silence, too strange...

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