a long-stemmed rib
Chelsea Falconer, Poetry, Vol 3 Issue 1
Posted: February 1st, 2010 Track comments on this item via RSS
He lost a rib, for her.
He gained. A heart weighs more.
The cool white present of
protection in return for that
bloody muscle capable of so
much red passion. He gave
Without knowing what he would
create; breast heaving life,
became his. She had never known
loneliness like him, it was better
that way; he knew her worth,
the strength of her pulsing red
life, guarded by his steady
strong bone. He lost a rib, for her
he gained. A heart. And that,
became, his weakness.