Bone on Bone

Death came for her
in thick black cords
collecting in twisted cables on
her soft untanned lower belly
in grand spurts of guffaws
guttural groans
and sneers

standing on exposed cuneiform
on cuboid
on navicular root
in the pooled folds of
his spider-infested robes

sharp teeth in congested rows
cackling uncontrollably
spilling the last of
his excitement
slick trail of Death's deflating bone
iridescent indigo glow over
her left knee

left knee

she was that shade of late Renoir
white with pink ankles
palms cheeks lips
a little curled oil painting streaked in
the harsh brush strokes of
Death's high lord graphic graffiti

greedy criminal high brow artist
after no one's interest
his rigid attention
his resting figurine
bone on bone
on bone
lourde!
this man knows his muscle

his entrusted cherub pet
crawling in her pillow passion
laughing gayly curly ringlets in
thick couplets bouncing
reaches up to find Death finally resting
and with God's blessing
begs for another session.

TA