The Blood & The Bones

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there is a soft melody in the air
as dusk gently wakes the world
outside the bedside window
I am aroused from sleep by his voice
calling to say good morning
he says that I must touch for him now
to make him throb all day
knowing I cannot tell him no
adoring how intensely he craves me
letting my hands go to places his would be
arching my back into the space where his chest should be waiting
tasting where he would taste
wrapped around sheets in the place of his body
wishing so much it was him instead of me
but doing as I’m told
so that he remembers
that I am his good girl
remaining ever so eager, ever so willing
when I cannot have him here
to do as he pleases
and it is surely not the same
but this is most certainly
the next best way
to say good morning to Daddy

the blood
& the bones