Down in Your Bones Only You Alone Know

DOWN IN YOUR BONES ONLY YOU ALONE KNOW
 
Down in your bones where no wayfarer goes,
Only you know the rhythm of fingers and toes.
You alone know the play of the soft vertebrae
As they ripple and bunch in the course of a day.
 
Down in your heart where no stranger has slept,
Only you know the secrets gathered and kept.
You alone know your blood, its pulse and its flow,
An under-flesh river where strange fires glow.
 
Down in your soul where no traveler explores,
Only you know the key that unlocks all the doors.
You alone know the angels and demons who dwell
In your very own heaven, your own private hell.
 
Down in your mind where no other has tread,
Only you know the dreams harbored and shed.
You alone know the choices evaded and made,
Like a novice exploring the tools of a trade.
 
Down go the days and the years of your life,
A whirlwind of passion and boredom and strife.
The clocks are all melting like late winter snow.
If the time was worth living, only you alone know.