Bones and blood, if you ask me- Lauren Suchenski

Rumble-fire/let me write again today
let me play my son’s hair into a warp-maze
into a tunnel-hunger

let me love the way the wind moves with such delicate song-bird rhythms
that i too – will be a song of that wind

let me love the aching frame of your body so reminiscently
that i might fall through matter
back to that
home i am always craving for

back home in your bones
where my bones are your bones are my bones are just
bones again
(or rock,
or something hard enough to build earth’s crust on–
meadows, mountains, rivers and the like–

bones and blood, if you ask me)

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