The Blood & The Bones

Rain taps the tin of the roof

and the well past midnight breeze

Splits the heavy curtains

These sounds

and the sweet ebb and flow of our sighs

Swirl in air above us

The weight of you

Pressing down on me

Lips exploring me

Adoring me

I exist in this space

To bear the weight of you

To cradle the shape of you

And if there is any place

That I belong completely

It is there, always there

In that bed with you.

LL~