I Give You (for Rick)
I give you my hair
weave it into a garment
loose and flowing
flecked with the sun’s golden light
I give you my mouth
take it for sustenance
soft upon yours
filling your lips with murmurs and sighs
I give you my bones
fasten them here and there
strong and solid
reflections of my love for you
Pamela Olson, 8/13/08
Written for my husband of almost 29 years
and inspired by the prompt at Poefusion
“They want to make buttons out of my bones”
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