Drape my igneous hips in a girdle of bone
Strung gleanings from charnel field's clutter of bone
You dwell in a country of exile and hush
each night I cross over that border of bone
I sought sleep's relief in your stonemason's arms
lull me to dream in a cradle of bone
Twenty year's journey on sheet metal sea
steering my ship with a paddle of bone
My broken throat cries for a sheltering sip
pour me a cup from your ladle of bone
Knit vision to language, braid words into blood
weave daylight to dark with a shuttle of bone
Live in your skeleton, lodge in your skin
build your strong house with a girder of bone.