The Blood & The Bones

My eyes open, languidly, to the streams of beams through the thin fabric.

I am out of breath. My chest rises and falls, my legs gently shake.

I hear the shower turn on just after he has left me in this bed..

This cradle of indentation created from our assembled weight.

Quivering and full, wet with the aftermath of being used..

And now I will carry him with me all day.

What a lovely way to wake..

the blood

& the bones