8289038209_e2343a19fe_zMy bones are beautiful where they rest

In the crux of your loving disposition


There is wonder in romance,

In the capacity of a soul

That had seemed too savage

For reprieve


Poetry is composed

As a human heart

Wild but reticent

I divide continents

And constituents

Into chambers for both

Conquest and exaltation


There’s nothing as decadent as introspection

The dimensions I’ve seen overtake the stars

In both eradicative and incendiary capacity


This is a hint for the prompt