Marrow

Don’t want diamonds,
Have no use
For pearls.
Touch my soul,
Set it aflame,
Make it dance — twirl.

Comes find me
With the hemlocks,
Under the night sky,
The essence of campfire
Suffusing nearby.

Give tongue to your tale
As hours pass
By the fire,
Dive deep as I reveal
This utmost desire.

To have the
M a r r o w
Of you.
What you conceal
From the rest,
Your true Anima,
The raw,
The real,
The repressed.

PHOTOGRAPHY & ORIGINAL WRITING ©KIMBERLY KAUFMAN