flayed by love

Flayed by love, dissected, the bones laid neat,
in rows, reflective, like ivory polished, rubbed,
glinting in the moon’s breath; wiped by sorrow,
counted, held accountable, registered akashic,
known by their shape and form and place, ready
to be carefully selected and returned, restored,
re-membered, in the shadowed caves of knowing,
those caverns of the psyche, where soul works,
the skin is hung on hooks; the heart laid bare,
still pulsing, steady, waiting, holding to the truth,
of who you were, and will be again, when the time,
has come to put it all together in new ways of
being, so that life can come from death’s cold
hands, which rub bone on bone, blowing slow,
to spark the flames which call new Self to being.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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One Response to flayed by love

  1. julespaige says:

    I just watched an old episode of Star Trek the Next Generation –
    The jist being that the three fighting aliens (including the humans) were all related.
    The dusting off of bones, that we all come from a similar source and yet are allowed to be different. Now if we can just accept some of those differences… to the betterment of all beings.

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