Those Bones
A graceful spine bends with the night
That every movement draws delight
Like a bone of pinion on flight
While my own wings cuddle him tight---
But in slumber, he lounges bright
And coiling near me, I alight---
As graceful spine bends with the night
..............
John Hamilton's Contest
4/30/2017
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