these old bones

I am in love with the bones
of you
the young maid
the wanderer
the old crone
of you

I worship
the goddess in you
the waters that flow from the
high alpine lakes to the
dark red canyons
of you

I want to know
the mother of you
the child
the poet
the root witch
of you

As the cool hollows of your
body release into the heat
of my longing

I make love to the soul
of you
the wild animal
the morning song
these old bones
of you