They took me to bed
and I thought us lovers,
when sweating ‘tween the sheets
left me hot, tender.
Young and eager,
we have kept our secrets
these long years
and tended to them as lovers do.
I have needed you
every second of every minute
since you left me, here,
yearning without you.
You were colossal, Rhodian.
Look at my hands, my feet,
yours were burnished bronze
unlike the festered wound
that has hollowed my beating chest
in its song for you.
The song of a boy,
his corpse at sea, me,
because, secrets,
if I had told you,
would you have loved me?
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About the Author
This is a curated selection of poems I have entitled ‘The Familiar Bones’. Bones are at the core of who we are, our flesh wraps around them in a very real way, and when we die, they are all that remains. Bones are what call to us from the graves of those we love, they inform us of truth and speak bluntly of our lives in basic units and measures.
I hope that in the poems I post here, you will feel nearer to the bones that call to, or maybe haunt, you. I hope that in sharing these writings, and the parts of my life that have inspired them, you feel a little less alone in your suffering, in your sorrow.
This is a collection that holds a mirror to the reader, deconstructing what we take for granted and gives us permission to grieve the versions of ourselves we could have been, the lives we might have had, and the memories that lead us to our knees.
I hope you find some peace in what I have to write.
B.
The Familiar Bones 