Bones

Clothes and skin in excited heaps on the floor,
her naked skeleton on my bed.
A slender hand drawn across my back, needple-point fingertips
etch shallow canals on calm surface skin. She
pulls me close, to whisper in my ear, but all I hear
are the movements of her jaw, cool bones that click
and clack indecipherable dialogue, cold to the touch but
fevered with desire.