Wednesday, 16 February 2011

In Your Arms

In your arms
There are bones
Sometimes when you hold me
I picture our embracing skeletons
I wonder what would happen if we had no skin
Or if I could climb inside your body
And swim in your juices.

Sometimes I rejoice in these thoughts
At other times
I just want to
turn my brain off.

Annette Greenaway

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