to you my head
a tulip, bends
its' rolling tongue

in odd directions
where light wends,
akimbo to the sun

to you my heart,
a bulbous bud,
swills the sunlight shards

of love,
splintering the petal tongue
which longs to learn its beau regard

to you my bones
a scaffolding,
buttresses a staunch shell

inside we'll move
in lazy arcs
and dance ethereal