Skin/Bones Poem by John Nightingale

skin/bones

I wear this skin, upon my bones,
It's fitting tight, it feels like home,
I never thought, i needed more,
And then my jaw, fell to the floor,

Eyes wide open, stunned in light,
Legs are frozen, tongue is tight,
Windows captured, seasons past,
All those days, passed so fast.

I saw you walk, into the room,
My pulsing heart, changed its tune,
And the red rushed, to my head,
A thought of you, prone on my bed,
Will you run, and lay with me,
will you come, and be......

I wear this skin, upon my bones,
Will you come, and make it home.

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