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.

Another Skeleton in the Closet

Skeletons march from the closet door,
slip under sheets, crawl between bare bodies.
Cool bones click against cool bones;
the skeleton hands strip her skin,
peel her flesh,
leave it like excited clothing
discarded on the floor.
Now her cold, skeleton fingers lose grip,
her breathless bones abandon our embrace,
she slides out of bed
and click-clacks away with her skeleton sisters.