Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"Flesh and Bone"

I wish I could describe
The landscape of our bodies
Moving together
The perfect lucidity
Of skin against skin.

The poet in me seeks
To abstract you and distill you
To sing a song of hope and desire
And eyes as blue as the New Mexico sky.

But my body loves you
Flesh and bone
Knows only sweet rememberings
Of your mouth on mine
Of your teeth sunk into my shoulder
As you shuddered underneath me
And I am left to learn the slow empty ache
Of a bed without you in it.