Skeletal

Ribs galore,

Soaked in the now white,

Now invisible,

Blood of two bodies.

Intertwined bodies,

Clasped hands,

Once there was traces of clamminess.

Maybe an eternity of fusing bone with bone,

Of turning to dust,

Removes the awkwardness.

Traces of sweat,

Carves way down

Femurs.

Maggots once crawled through

Caverns of bone

Cast shadows of death,

But are filled with life...

Well, were.

The marrow suckled out

By infant vampires,

The slugs and the bugs.

Bugging one another,

Sluggishly decaying,

Rib cages create the lattice fence

For flowers to etch.

Flowers and fingers,

Heels and roots.

English ivy grows out of

Eye sockets,

Set to stare into one another

For the rest of time.

Stars in the black holes,

No, not of the sky,

Of the skeletal.

Spindly spines,

Set the mold for mountains

To rise from the ground.

And nearly touching toes

Tell that one may have had

Cold feet.

Empty skulls,

Absent gold bands,

But still corroded ring fingers,

Not from the metal

But the promise.

Here the skinless

Man and woman lay,

And here the love

Forever lies.

And here the grass grows

A little greener.

An underground spring,

Waters their growth.

And an oak sapling,

Starts to sprout.