Bone (writing)
Blood and flesh, two people
Fingers... fingertips stroking velvet and muscle and sinew and feeling them move beneath the skin
Sinking into the feeling of one, of sacrificial pools of swirling blue and green
Turbulence I feel and see and taste, a deep ripe plum purple around the edges
The feeling that I cannot get close enough, cannot hold tight enough because my fingers will sink into you because I have sunk into you
And through the velvet and muscle and sinew I feel move beneath the skin
Is bone
Bone
Bone
Bone we are at our core, at our swirling depths with all extraneous stripped away
Wind blowing through skin to my heart to scour away from my brain all but my essence
The essence is bone
The hard round memory of who I am and who I will be and who I once was when I am gone and
I am nothing and everything and surrounded by you and surrounding
Until you are the core of me the core of you and the world goes fuzzy around the edges and blurs into nothing and everything and
Bone.
Fingers... fingertips stroking velvet and muscle and sinew and feeling them move beneath the skin
Sinking into the feeling of one, of sacrificial pools of swirling blue and green
Turbulence I feel and see and taste, a deep ripe plum purple around the edges
The feeling that I cannot get close enough, cannot hold tight enough because my fingers will sink into you because I have sunk into you
And through the velvet and muscle and sinew I feel move beneath the skin
Is bone
Bone
Bone
Bone we are at our core, at our swirling depths with all extraneous stripped away
Wind blowing through skin to my heart to scour away from my brain all but my essence
The essence is bone
The hard round memory of who I am and who I will be and who I once was when I am gone and
I am nothing and everything and surrounded by you and surrounding
Until you are the core of me the core of you and the world goes fuzzy around the edges and blurs into nothing and everything and
Bone.