We May Dance -Like Tumbleweeds 2016-10-20
Oh my beloved skeleton boy
You filled my heart with so much joy
Your hands so nimble in their sockets
Your heartless chest- set off my rockets
My pulse did race with each new scare
like when you looked down at me …from the stair
a ghostly aberration seen
wafting behind your cool death screen
But my skeleton boy… at this pace
we will only find happiness... in graves embrace!
Please lift the shroud that covers your face
let me know more of your ethereal grace
No flesh of skin nor plush armed capture
is needed to enlist my rapture
I was yours and yours alone
from that first night you toppled …from your throne
You sauntered over to my dimensional space
and asked me grinningly ...to dance in place
you offered up a ghostly ride
how was I to know ...t'was a tsunami tide
that would quickly ..............take me out to sea
and rock me forever
.....like a tumbleweed
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2016
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