The Calming Bones
by Matthew D. Rowe
– for Gillian
Whatever your fears,
let them hang lightly,
like a summer’s dress,
off of your perfect breasts.
Whatever doubt consumes you most,
let that be your constant thought,
hold it gently and close,
like that last living rose.
however yours may unravel,
will tell promising tales
of conquered fears.
pushing them further and further
into the corners of the darkest, dampest shadows,
leaving not a trace of ticking seconds.
yours waiting calmly, composed,
will flow uncannily like a creek.
it’s constant motion drowning all doubt,
and inspiring the fluid movement
of the supple lips upon your mouth.
Let the wincing,
circulatory wheels of anxiety
be pressed firmly
between space and stone.
Subdue the fear and doubt,
let it be annulled,
full of certainty and clout,
by your calming bones.