Belated Apology

She became a skull-face, but I became Death, Brackishly leaning, with foul-tempered breath. She became an andiron, and I became a poker, And then she was a Tarot card, but I was a Joker. She became a hippo, so I became a mouse- Which frightened the hippo, right into a house Where I became fire, and she an escape; Then she became female, and I became rape. And she became old, so I became young, And her withered flesh was loosely hung. Then she began screaming, so I became vacuum, Twirling the voids, which soon would entomb. And at her wits end, she thought- last- apologize- So then we ceased all, and we said our goodbyes.