you and I were
imperfect symmetries
of bow and bend
where clavicles met
and launched
a thousand windless
stars to rise
as butterflies
white above
that stretch
of grass beyond
the thereafter thrust
of hushful elm
where alone was
forever and right
I think if bones
were home
yours would reside
in mine
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Enjoyed the word flow in these lines.
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if bones
were home
here is a wonderful thought..
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“I think if bones
were home
yours would reside
in mine”
what lines! romance at its best, my dear 🙂 xx
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This is very beautiful. Elegant and direct! When first reading through this the use of clavicles through me for a bit but upon reading to the end everything fell together so nicely and so reading from the beginning “clavicles” works just perfectly. I am amazed at how many really well crafted, beautifully expressed poems are out there in the blogosphere. This one is especially nice!
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I dig this one , Sarah
All the Best,
Peace,
Laz
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