Skeletons Of A Heart Poem by Erika Conti

Skeletons of a heart

Skeletons of a heart
your hands and mine
holding the warmth of this funny
sky
that whispers dreams in our ears
to take them away
when the sun is there pale-bright
and you can see and i
can see
what a dream is: a delicate perfume playing with our hearts
a sweet joke we shouldn't take as a promise.
My hands in yours and i see
how beautiful you are once again
when i feel so cold
and you feel so warm