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Skeleton, O’ Skeleton

woman and skeleton

I could feel his hands

Intertwine with mine

But something was off;

His hands were cool to the touch

And thin, very thin

Smooth like marble, except –

I wasn’t scared.

I could feel his bones touch my hands

So gently, hesitantly

As though afraid

Without seeing, I felt my way

To each joint and knuckle

And met the wrist

And two other smooth marble-like

Bones and I was not afraid.

His hands slid up my arms and the coolness

Made me shiver and when I was pulled

Into his ribcage, I lingered there carefully

As if afraid to break

The dead.

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