Wishbone
You grasp two bones
between your fingers
fraying hands grasping
sticks of chalk
and sinews of twine.
Its cracks like
a blitz of winter
cold enough to
snap souls
and splinter bones.
Your sacrifice
is without thought
without blowing
even a whispered wish
into the frozen sky.
You are cold,
and I love you.
between your fingers
fraying hands grasping
sticks of chalk
and sinews of twine.
Its cracks like
a blitz of winter
cold enough to
snap souls
and splinter bones.
Your sacrifice
is without thought
without blowing
even a whispered wish
into the frozen sky.
You are cold,
and I love you.