Paleontology

Centuries from now they’ll stare at my ruins.
And someone might whisper,
"These ribs once housed a heart that pumped passion."

They’ll brush off the years,
My structure revealed.

Tibia
Clavicle
Pelvis
Scapula

All 206 bones eroded by time and place.

And in hushed tones they’ll locate the fissures,
Identifying my simple desires:

“She wanted afternoons that blended into nights.
And someone to spend them with.”