Bones

Bones

 

gray-eyes

 

Bones betray your perfect skin
your grey-green eyes,
your secret smile –
always beneath the smile
behind the eyes
always I see the bones.

Moments of tenderness
moments of hope
somehow entangle me,
though I know this universe
must end, and these soft arms
hide only bones.

I throw these words down
to be consumed –
no sonnet will speak my love,
only my sweet desire remains
while it lives in your eyes
and in your bones.

Michael Warren

 

 

Ojo Del Lago
Latest posts by Ojo Del Lago (see all)

Leave a Reply