. . . .One day he will find me here
playing amongst the violets with butterflies
dancing off my skin to the delight of a thousan lonely pixies
who hunger only for the words to drink out of my mouth
and taste a different brand of love
and woman in the clouds
sweeping paramours through a dragon's heart
but he will see only hands dipped into moments
he wants for himself
and he will take my wrists
and break them against the humming
amore
of my darlings who roll across the pages
of my emotional meaderings
and bathe through all my striving tides
toward some sort of understanding
gilded with beauty to take the ugliness
of man out of the air for the day
and he will eat my stories out of my skin
with wine to wash down all the joy
and he will close the book of bones
into my spine . . . .

from TheBoneBook by me =) VictoriaSelene SKye~Deme
 

coming in Dec.2008