bone weak

i speak into her hands
as if i belonged

with evening skin

and a voice
that would grab hold to you
and pull you out of dreams

while dribbling
darling thoughts
onto the leg and calf
the size of my love
sinks so deep
it heckles the sun
to spot G
in her civilian becoming
with a knife-clenching perfection
so elated
she can't even breath
taking in gulps
of this suffocated hunger
until the thick, pulling weight of urgency
traps what's unknown into a breath
that i may

release

but i push through so hard
to bear quakes in a resurrection
that now weighs-in unconditioned
and
swallows her being whole
until
only pieces
can be seen
at the break of day