Erotic

Body Hymn

Your bones breathe,
expanding,
inhaling each diminutive pore on my
skin.
Contracting,
exhaling every individual cell of my
skin.

Our clavicles meet and
clash
together, and our hips are
conjoined
together, welded as if iron.

The segregated digits of my
knuckles
bend and give way,
molding
beneath you.

My hands,
your anchors,
weigh you,
unable to drift from me.

Every last
sinew
of every last
muscle
reaches out,
capturing the tendons
buried beneath my
skin,

and we sing
together.