I’d like to slip you underneath my skin,
to hold you in the place I need you most—
and keep my burning bones from caving in.
I’ve found in you where every sea begins—
why every sailor ventures from the coast.
I’d like to slip you underneath my skin.
I’ve never once forgotten where I’ve been—
the journey turned my worries into ghosts,
and kept my burning bones from caving in.
I know to keep the fire deep within,
to hold myself together as I roast.
I poise to pull you underneath my skin.
My frame is melting, blood is boiling thin.
I smolder gently, and propose a toast:
To keeping burning bones from caving in.
I bring you closer, strain to take you in—
and manage just a breath before I choke.
I stumble as you rush beneath my skin.
My mind is twisting—where does yours begin?
How much of me is lost within this host?
I only sought to join you with my skin,
and keep my burning bones from caving in…