.......Between Skin and Bone.......

smoke rings round the lips of velvet,
romantic mimetic,
infinite.
don't lose your place.
you got that space in the vein of pumping love,
leave now, but circle the flesh,
pull the graft of skinless death,
burn the path for glory's sake,
he misses that place of bedded grace,
between the bone and muscle grip.
the one is all,
but sole in shackled shells of coal,
burnt for the black smoke twirl,
twisting our souls into peace,
no bigger than your magnet eyes.
But this stage is current,
it lasts for no longer than a lifetime,
the half blink of a giant.