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LOVE TO THE BONE
LOVE TO THE BONE
Little one, queen of my bones,
Play my ribs like a xylophone
Flute my marrow with your breath
Love the shy minerals of my skeleton.
Our frames are receptacles of love,
It is our home with truths scrambled
Bouncing off the pylons and pillars of
Our being- drifting like a raft.
But you- the one who puts order to things-
You shimmer like a bee conquering the
Interstital areas of darkness with your light.
Your engineer a new order to these truths
And flesh obeys the winds of fate: an order
Of love establishes itself to the very bone
