SKELETONS:

I love your skeleton, the very inner bones of you,

Bones of breezes cracking, where storms once blew,

Within the spinal column of old & calc darkened sky,

 Splintered clouds dissipate & in powder crack & die.

Those skeletons of whispers, now withered & gone,

And of old brittle shadows where the sun once shone,

The skeletons of butterflies & those long dead moths,

And snakes, leaving behind skins of old tattered cloths.

The cracking bones of those empty & cold winter trees,

Skeletons of solitary leaves, blown away by cruel breeze,

Left-over remnants of kisses & the lost discarded dreams,

Leaving only old bones, of love´s lost & promised schemes.