Bones

Bones


It was the way
she shook
her lovely frame
and swayed her
cool white bones,
clanked two femurs down
right to the ankles,
played her ribs like a xylophone.
She sashayed her hips
like a rail thin
harem girl,
pelvis
      low
         low
             low.
Her cracking knees
a steady beat
ra-ta-tat from a bongo drum
until,
I turned
and bumped her bones
and they
came crumbling
down.