these bones are mine

fall in love with this boundless spirit

held inside a bag of bones

that you have tried to keep for yourself

since i was a girl

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but these bones are mine

and with me they will stay

until i give them away

to the earth

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the only other worthy keeper

dear paul

all we are is words on paper

dreams in slumber and dreams in daylight

the chances that you could also be writing me

from across the globe

are thin as this here paper

why do i write to you?

why does your voice follow me in my dreams?

last night i dreamt of us conversing for hours

your creaky voice is burned into my minds ear

it squeaks to me in rapid eye movement murmurs

why do i write to you?

if there is power in attraction

in this universe

then my naive ego believes i could will you to me

like demanding the tide come

i could pull you upon my shore

your sins and unforgiveables

once my comfort, my cotton

now shameless, you are rotten

you are changing, multi-facing

we flow not

you start and then stop

unpredictable, calloused and conflictable

i spit aching recollections

to weave conspiring connections

out of the fibers

of your sins and unforgiveables