Skeleton Party

It's a party......a skeleton party.
	...Bones are like stones: the rock of the body...		Wealth, health and luck are all in the bones. Love, or the lack, is in their final placement...		...some bones are death-long companions...
	...so many bones, and not at all alike...			...bones are sometimes many pieces, a jumble. Forever alone together...
...blood is in the bones...			...sometimes skeletons weep, but never from the eyes...			...some bones stay hidden by flesh they can't shake off...
	...memory is in the bones of the beholden...		...beauty is in the memory of the bones...		...a friend is someone you can pass your bones onto when you're done...
	...bones don't lust - that's flesh - bones endure, a quality of true love...		...a lover is someone who doesn't mind a little chafing...			...skeleton patience is nearly infinite...if the coffin is dry enough...
...there are few cares among the dead: 'Am I absolutely certain I am dead?' and 'Are the bugs done?'...		...magic steeps in bones. A long rest makes a sweet brew...		...fear a corpse, they house decay that draws the living to them. Fear the living, they harbour selfish intention. Don't fear bones, they are beyond harm, beyond harming...		...Skeleton poetry is quiet. It is a dusting of clicks and small scrapes...
		...take from me my vanity, my motion, my softness, my vision, my dreams, you will still leave me the foundation of my being. This, in the end, is what truly defines me...		...if all that is of us is destined to be dust, I am thankful the final rendering is so very long...