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

 

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