I wanted to touch the bones
To trace my fingers over the smooth
Curvature of ribs
And leave my vibration and prints.
But they were tucked
Between window and wall
Hidden from the blind caress of hands
Safe in visual form.
I could only explore with my eyes
The cold contours
and intricate symmetry
Which so enchanted me.
But they were tucked
Between window and wall
Between ceiling and floor.
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