The Very Bones of You

A poem

Photo by Philipp Förster on Unsplash

I want to lick
the salt
of your earth.
Every digit,
appendage, limb
and collar bone.

My lips plump
as the taste
of flesh lingers
on the buds
of my tongue.
Making me salivate
like Pavlov’s dog.

I want to crunch
on your bones.
Suck them
to your very marrow.

I want to savour it all
for as long as it lasts.
As, that is where
the best stuff hides.

Deep within lives
our human experience
full of touch
and mixed with
the dust
from the very stars
above.