Engraved in Your Bones

by Megan Cooke

You should know
That I often write poetry about you
Not only paper
But on your neck with my tongue
And down the small of your back with my finger tips

There must be sunshine in your veins
For how else could your smile burn so bright?

Although shortly they’re bound to vanish
And sink into your skin
Those poems will forever be engraved in your bones
Followed by my signature

February 15, 2016 Blueprint Magazine No Comments

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