Utopia At Last

Stripped of her own flesh by his gaze

He leaves her as a bony fragile skeleton

Brittle boned by years of constant friction

She is vulnerable only to those of like kin

And then he moves in silent as a soft wind

Carrying her sweetly, bone clatters of nerves

Careful not to fracture her body of ivory

He leads the journey light-footed, enguard

The voyage ends, she rests her bones on his

Their bones slowly become dust in due time

Yet gentle as the evening greets the morning

Their souls shall find each other again

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