i try to keep my skeletons in
I touched your cheek and my fingers seeped in to find your bones. Your skin rose upwards like heliotropic rain. New-found love for the ever-changing sky that fell to bits around your face (like aimless auburn dust-motes in sunshine).
The fences broke trying to keep in the daisies as we fell asleep in your branches.
Shadows of leaves morphed into phases of the moon on your spine. They ran in circles, in quiet company of ethereal moths and spiders. They’d found a globe under your skin and, wordlessly, they showed me the world I wanted to live in.