I like your heart,
                            and how it patters
                       with its rhythmic thump thump thump
                               how I could sit and talk for hours
                         Telling everyone I love

                                                               I like your legs draped right across mine
                                                                                         for a second: one or two
                                                                   I think about you: almost, often
                                                                                Maybe I'll write these lines anew

                                      Open a book and light a fire
                                                 As you outline my hipbones
                                        Rip the paper from it's sockets
                                                                       The appendage left alone

              
                                                                                                         *It will covet flesh and bone