Love Me Whole Poem by jojji Kaka

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I am here, looking at your lower lip

Isometrically shaped in perfect prose. 

Only leaving behind pieces of carefully calculated curves

On which perfectly lies the symmetry of my upper lip.... 

Right under our noses is a puzzle 

Jigsaw

Only complete by; on your lower lip, my upper. 
Move closer, feel the tips of my hair on your nerves. 

Draw the heavy gulps of air from my mouth. 

Listen to the beat of my heart fuse into a love song, for the hymn your  moans make. 
Love me not with your heart,  

Feeble and in many more than once, broken. 

Give me not the tender parts of your own soul,  

No, not your spleen, liver or pancreas. 
Love me with your bones. 

I am prone to breaking hearts. 

So yes, I want the strong love 

Of bones, of calcium. 

Because you,

 - you have never broken a single bone of you. 

I want to remember you like that,  

Whole. 
For even many more decades after you leave.

 And lain down in the soil. 

Long after your heart and flesh shall have decayed.... 

The love shall remain strong. 

Like your bones, your skeleton. 

Still whole. 
So dearly beloved

Give to me

Your tibia, your fibula. 

I shall wholesomely remember you  like this...