Walled by his arms
I suddenly bump my forehead on his backbone,
I hit my head on his ribs:
the wind is passing  
through his unhurried crackling hug
while, trying to pull myself together on his lap,
I keep on hitting myself against his vertebrae,
rubbing myself against his hip-bone
and his thigh bone:
and I know that my beloved is smiling,  
a timeless bald grin on his skull face,
his rib-costals and two ulnar bones
printing cherry marks  
on the white soft flesh of my arms,  
while his knee bones
drill at
my thighs:  
I heap up flesh
on my darling’s bones
and I dream about hot muscles
and warm surfaces
where two
become one