"Oh,
Theodore!"
She ran her fingers down his back,
marking the bleached, sickly skin
with slender creases,
his contorted body, an origami swan,
hooked around her navel,
gracelessly swimming.
She clenched his pallid shoulder
in her jaw, neck extended,
head blown back,
ripping the ridged vellum red.
After a moment, she stammered,
"Oh, Theodore,
you are a most attractive man!"
Copyright © 2005 Bob Davies