Scalpel on my bones

You don’t need an x Ray,

Inside of me,

All you will find is an ache,

A longing,

That’s gradually killing me,

♾️

You got in so much closer,

Than a scalpel on my bones,

I let you etch an epitaph,

Your initials,

Across my sternum,

♾️

So part my lips exquisite,

Strip me down to nothing,

In your layers,

While i’m naked,

Are we lovers?

Or are we fevered ghosts?