Would that be enough?

“And the flesh said,
I cannot go on as I have.”
–Solaces 14:3

i am a home so full of you
that the wood swells
from the wet heat
the doors won’t close
unless you slam them
so they’re all flung open
windows too

you need to rest
here

curtains drawn
shutters tight
bulbs unscrewed

crumbles of myrrh
on the nightstand
in this house made
dark as a womb

i press a dripping rag
to your splitting lips
scrub the ash from the
valley and peak of your elbow
crack neckbones
watch you suck the marrow
til each length is hollow
enough to whistle with