Threads of muscle fibers,
Over time,
Became twisted into thick ropes
That anchored you to the column of ivory tusks
Which lay the foundation for your slumped demeanor.
Your forward shoulders
Drew your sinking heart ever deeper
Into the hyperkyphotic cave where it may slumber.
Upon your flesh, my palm may rest
A heated plate
To melt those ties of tendon to bone
And set your cardio free from your rib cage
Lifted and soaring
You see me weekly
But when you smile
I wonder
Who this is really for
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Threads of muscle fibers,
Over time,
Became twisted into thick ropes
That anchored you to the column of ivory tusks
Which lay the foundation for your slumped demeanor.
Your forward shoulders
Drew your sinking heart ever deeper
Into the hyperkyphotic cave where it may slumber.
Upon your flesh, my palm may rest
A heated plate
To melt those ties of tendon to bone
And set your cardio free from your rib cage
Lifted and soaring
You see me weekly
But when you smile
I wonder
Who this is really for
I love that I love what I do
