BONES

 

BONES

Beneath this fragile shell of skin, a vast and shadowed space unfurls,
It coils like ancient roots in earth, twisting through the dark it whirls.
A labyrinth of hidden wounds, where echoes linger, sharp and deep,
It bleeds in silent crimson streams, aches in rhythms that never sleep. Within the chambers of my heart, an empty room stands stark and bare,
Walls of silence, floors of dust, a void that hungers for the air
Of your electric presence—waiting for the storm's fierce, blinding light,
For thunder's roar to shatter night, for you to chase away the blight. I am a vessel carved from longing, a hollow form in endless need,
Yearning for your touch to fill me, to plant the wild and vital seed.
Come close, my love, and dwell within, where fears dissolve like morning mist,
In this sacred, fearless haven, where souls entwine and pulses kiss. Muscle knits with sinew's thread, a tapestry of strength and strain,
Velvet soft yet forged in stone, enduring tempests, bearing pain.
This body, haunted by your ghost, creaks like timbers in the gale,
Moans with whispers of the lost, a siren's call across the veil. My bones, those ancient sentinels, etched with stories long untold,
Resonate in their separate flesh, reaching out through veils of cold.
They sing a dirge of separation, a plea that cuts through flesh and bone,
Inviting you to bridge the chasm, to claim this throne as your own. I'll rend the barriers of my form, turn opaque walls to crystal clear,
Make myself translucent, open, banishing every doubt and fear.
Let your essence flood the hollows, ignite the sparks in shadowed halls,
We'll merge in fire, flesh, and wonder—two spirits answering the call. And in this union, raw and true, the twisting space will find its peace,
The bleeding ache will heal to scars, the empty room will know release.
For you are the lightning I've awaited, the force that mends what time has torn,
Inside my skin, our worlds collide—reborn, renewed, forever sworn.