There is no tiptoeing
around this elephantine
madness; as to which came first
no one quite knows,
but there are stories
that one can never forget.
Birthed, here
locked away from the sun
festering, as it were
bosoms that beckon
coddled by inviting hands
and satisfy
grace, grazed
with their touch
bony, death-like
appendages, pinpricks
shudder
climbing ladders of your vertebrae,
pent up
aching for release.