Every single one –

Of those twenty four bones,

Are sacred ivory,

Upon which a song is made.

I sense the beauty within,

More than skin deep,

Watching as you inhale –

Drawing air, deep down to your soul.

In these quiet, silent minutes,

I hear your heart beat life –

Life, that no cage,  can detain,

And feel as you fall slowly,

In love, as you exhale.

Kevin Brown © 08.07.2016

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