The Blood & The Bones

He slides into me, into my body, my soul, my being

He claims to love me, to crave me, to need me

And he makes me believe I have been claimed

But then, when asked for promises

He makes none, he requires none, he cannot give them

And I wonder why, so many times, I am loved without limits

but also without labels

Is it wrong to crave all of his tomorrows

Containing only what he’s already giving?

And the answer must be yes

For each time, I asked it, he said that he and I together

Could never be

LL~