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Into the Marrow

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Do you know of love these things that swell

These things that scratch the heart

Against the bones of our chest

The marrow you know so very well

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If only we could drown our sun in the sea

And float back time on bubbles of that steam

Sailing back to the innocents of our young dreams

Where the sum of yesterdays anointed you my queen

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Remember the soft light against the moon

Our breath of youth growing in each kiss

The afterglow of surprise, oh baby even then

I knew your gardens grew in my eyes

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And you, oh you, love in spectacular light

Dragging my wounded heart out from the dark

Daring me to look deeper into your passionate heart

How we both broke and cried creating new life

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I know the swelling of the heart

I know the scratches against the bone

I know you, the ultimate surprise in life

I know where we’ll go when we die, too soon

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Into the marrow of love

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I love the passion you bring to your writing and how elegantly you can put a piece together. Good work!

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pounding and scratching told vividly to the point of being able to taste it...bravo!

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"dragging my wounded heart out from the dark" how carnal it is what we do when we find our man love it!

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Not 1, not 2, but 3 incredible souls. You guys are such an inspiration to me. From one of you a compliment is so gracious, but all three of you, well I'm swept over the falls of graditude, and well yes over you. Thank you ladies.

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I agree with the rest that this poem stands out! There are unique, non-cliche images in here that grab my attention. Gardens growing in eyes, drowning the sun and riding on the steam, the heart scratching on bone... and the idea that perhaps...

I agree with the rest that this poem stands out! There are unique, non-cliche images in here that grab my attention. Gardens growing in eyes, drowning the sun and riding on the steam, the heart scratching on bone... and the idea that perhaps love is buried in out BONES rather than our heart! Fascinating concept! Leaves me wanting more!

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Thank you, Your insight into this poem is dead on, Love sometimes goes deeper than the heart, it settles in your bones where it can never escape. I appreciate your vision in this poem it makes it worth while.

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