Excuse me,

Could you tell me what a man's shoulder is for?
His solid walls and protective encasement,
your blanket fall asleep on.
It's a playground for the devil's lusting fingers,
to caress and kiss and whisper.
But this haven for dreams and good-natured valour,
has buckled and collapsed,
a shaking convolusion of bones, tears and skin.
And here lies,
this stairway to heaven.