Home Beneath Your Bones

Let me in

Clawing at the ribs,

those polished white candlesticks

pretty red tassels decorate.

“Glass in the window needs a polish, darling.”

I want your warmth

Smooth chiselled skin,

mahogany brick roof tiling.

You said it was “very picket fence”,

but you loved it.

Lend me your soul

Gentle pulsing heart,

plush red sheets.

Your favourite throw

we bought together, thrift market find.

Let me lay here

Wide glassy eyes,

stained glass lampshades 

that adorn varnished side tables.

Those little details – always important to you.