Safe

206 bones lie heavy
under the papery quilt
on the right side of my bed.

206 bones lie on
the left side
and those ones
are mine.

27 times two
of these bones
of ours are holding each other.
28 phalanges bones
gripping tight.
Our combined efforts to 
breathe 
in a living rhythm.

I am holding onto
you, 
the last slippery boards
of my sinking ship.
The last raft 
I can find.
You and your
slim arms
and holding me above water,
just enough.

You fall asleep
against the rain
under the tangle of stars
in my weak and trembling hands.
Soft, shorn blonde,
and a subtle strength
in your jaw.

206 of your bones
with 206 of mine.
and together
they make a perfect
nest of protection
against the pounding
waves and rolling tides
and the swift small 
breakings of rain against
these windows.