Ilium

when i put my clothes back on

they smell of smoke

 a hole chopped in the ice

the nesting box was full of feathers

we saw mergansers 

 brightly black and white in the cold river

and a dipper busy lower down

and i climbed  high 

upon the barren rocks

a windblown hillside

scrambling up

my bones want you

my hard bones want your firm grip

you see my ribs when my body arches

for your love

maybe i am skinny

because i need to feel your hands 

pulling on my hipbones