I recall days, days of old broken flesh, days of strong broken bones, days of skin gripping bones for fear of uncertainty, for fear of the future. Days forgotten days I recall. I recall days, I recount times, times numerous - infinity becomes a number count, times unpleasant - the wakes of earth by quakes become delights at full moon, I recount times, Times, I recount. Times which now turn this day into a dance of beautiful reality of flesh and bone, to our wine clinging audience. I recall my days, broken yet forged, by the experts of love, and now delight in glitters and tingles, jingling and leaping to heart's giggles like tunes of our sparkling baby before our wine clinging audience. The addition of one makes two yet two makes one a practical definition of unity. My love, I am no one without you I am not one, not whole, without you My flesh of bones, My two - my one! My me! My love!! My flesh of flesh My bone of bones, in locked hands I dare to say, I love you... tod
