Many have claimed
to wrap their
arms around
love
to fit it
snugly between their ribs
to sing to it
to let it circle
down the drain
to have swallowed
its hidden
heartbeats
and
any poet
with a spell book
could cast their
words on to it
but I know
love
as I have held its
bare bones
against my own
in the slumber
of my home
where it grows
upon acres of your skin
that I caress
again
and again
and again.