Exoskeleton Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

You must be my exoskeleton.
Because whenever you leave me, I fall.
Because when you're not there to be found
I'm like a small child, looking around for you.

It's become clear to me you're like oysters to me.
You're an aphrodisiac
Your mouth and tongue contain amino acids.
That triggers sexual hormones, I can't live without them.
Whenever I see you, I am required to wear gravity boots.
To anchor me, hold me upright, and support my legs.

Oh, you must be my exoskeleton.
Because I'm floating into outer space.
I'm lost; I'm all at sea.
I'm a jellyfish weak at the knees without life support.

Oh, it's become clear to me.
You're like the air that fills my lungs.
Oh, it behoves me to kiss you.
And drown in your sea, even if it's full of rebuffs…
It's you who buoys me, understands me.
Oh, you must be my exoskeleton.
Oh, tell me now how you love the bones of me.