In the beat of wings, you visit here
and in sleeping hours
touch my face.
You sing a song – straight into me
vibrating love through bones
that have never known the shake.
Painted on paper, my skin brushes
with yours and locks life
before – out. In a single moment.
Because you are life.
Life that breathes beauty
in the burst of buttercups, building
bones with a music, all of your own.
And I am built stronger on melodies;
branches of verse stretch
through my veins and lift a heart
free of entanglement.
No longer strangled in cement.
Because you gave a gift one day
and decided to love my bones.