I’m a skeleton laughing, and
this candle lit wine
makes these words better,
with shadows on faces and
depths to thoughts
not shared.

Dance with me now, my scared steps
topple
on my
desire to touch you before your
skin reveals your skeleton.

So lets pretend to know nothing,
like prophet children
scared of the dark but loving of life and
lets pretend
to make-believe that we are living fully.

Your presence
has soaked me to my bones that absorb nothing
from the night before. Stop harassing me,
my mind like
bones breaks nimbly under
specific pressures quietly.

Cast my thoughts in yours,
hold these bones dearly and
closely,
collect yourself in scattered moments of clarity
to play your music in my
dreams
Slept through passively.

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