Woven Bone

If I could turn you into sunshine, and absorb every wavelength possible.
If I could make you into air, to inhale your every particle.

But my lungs are heavy, and my skin is dry.

My bones are brittle, and my flesh is wasted.

But I'd still weave it all into you and hope that I'd be able to unwind myself without it left tangled around your spine.

Forgetting the spineless back you taint with your lucid dreams.