White as innocence
Like a stubborn snow that never melts,
Or wrapped in flesh like a gift--
An eternal soul in dreaming sanctuary.
Bones that bend as we breathe,
Bones that even the fire leaves.
Bones that ache,
Bones that curled under your kiss.
Bones that held my soft-bloomed love as if they were an etched-glass vase,
Bones that disappeared altogether when you leant over me like a She-God and dissolved my fragile fingerhold on my own heartbeat.
Bones, all that's left,
Calcined and catching the light of a receding moon named Caroline.