bone from bone

i know his hands
love me. i can see
it in knuckle crease,
soft underbelly
of his wrists, how he
shakes out his joints like
one would force dust
from carpet.

when i am unsure
at what angle a finger breaks,
i ask if he will fracture
one of mine. a clean
separation of bone
from bone.
he does.

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