bone of the soul

earth below ground

no crystals . a cave with tight spaces.



your words come different, while

with your question come forth

sense of

another world

metaphors, inuendos



a door into an other world

painting dark



i hold myself proud and read

it all

a medieval verse, a tale

of gone days

these days

your days

not mine

gender



sharp bits the tongue

rendered down with shades

from a darker day