" Epithalamium: Next to Me

I was full not of bones but of feeling,
I was full not of bones but of you.
Your hands became my ribs, my ribs
Your fingers, and they held me—
They hold me now.
I began to feel I had clouds, rivers, stars for bones—
I felt them move inside, enough to let you in.
When I first saw you, when you stood next to me
You stood next to me and a little inside,
The way you stand next to me now.
Your arm inside mine, your left hip in my right,
Your hip a little in the middle of my walk.
I let you into the bones inside me and did not let you out.
I see you in front of me now but I can close my eyes
And see you too. I didn’t understand this,
I didn’t know this would happen
I didn’t know you would stand at—and be—my side
Until now. "

― Alberto Alvaro Ríos , A Small Story about the Sky