To Nap In Your Ribcage - Isabella Collins

To drift asleep to the lub-dub of your beating heart, 

Protected by gates of bone.

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To bathe in your blood,

Red hot and entirely you.

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To sit and read in the curve of your pelvic bone,

To climb up your spine and give each vertebrae a kiss. 

 

To lay in your brain,

And watch every memory that has made you, you.

 

To sit behind you eyes, 

And see the world as you do.

 

To be connected to all of you,

Every organ, tissue, and cell.

 

To nap in your ribcage is an impossibility.

 

So for now I grace my fingernails over each intercostal muscle

Hoping you wish I was there too. ​​