soft skin on soft sheets
on long nights with quiet weeps
your lips are satin
your eyes are pure
making it easy to lure
me into your heart
i can see your skeleton
naked
and divine
grind your bones to paste
lather it on me
like cream on stubborn skin
so I can bathe
bathe in you
pale in blue
hail to you
your crown of bones
your skin- the prize ribbon