Gnarled Kneecaps

Love lies in gnarled
kneecaps starting to sleep
and causes cautious fingers to
wobble.
Nothing else demands dry
throats to dance
(tap, clack, tap),
letting the lonely liver
sing to silent
company.
It seduces sober eyes
into chirping for dainty
lungs. Love refreshes the heart;
a new radiator warming an old building.

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