Ours was a Sixteenth C type of love:
hidden bones and buried treasures,

black turtle necks and luscious wounds.
You were slim, I was quiet; progression

would be swift.

Your bones sharpened, hips like hangers.
My answers shortened, Germanic grunts.

Your withering beauty, lost on some
but found by me, my skeletal stunner.

Fuelled by mad dog chasers and three
card brag, we played it blind.

You dropped like a stone to under five
I floated into silence, we changed doctors,

drifted apart medically.

At some deli in 1999 I caught your reflection
In the glistening Rioja; full bodied and happy.

I chose my blended scotch, silently.

I couldn't help but think after reading the poem to the end, Kris, that a Sixteenth C type of love might be a reference to bra size and written that way would clarify the opening line and make it more interesting.

Ours was a Sixteenth C-cup type of love:
(all) hidden bones and buried treasures,
black turtle necks and luscious wounds.

You were slim, I was quiet; progression

would be swift. A little too vague. Maybe say Our porgression into....would be swift. Give it some body (pardon the pun.)

Your bones sharpened, (your) hips like hangers.
My answers shortened to Germanic grunts.

Your withering beauty, lost on some
but found by me, my skeletal stunner.

Fuelled by mad-dog chasers and three-
card brag, we played it blind. * Love this! Love this! Love this!

You dropped like a stone to under five 
I floated into silence(.) We changed doctors,

drifted apart medically.

At some deli in 1999 I caught your reflection
in the glistening Rioja; full-bodied(,) and happy.

I chose my blended scotch......................*Reach for a more creative way to say silently.

I klike this.

Maggie
 

I'm with Maggie - I like this, too.

I took Sixteenth C to mean 16th Century.  Maybe I'm off base.

Never thought of that, el vee. The black turtle necks brought me to the angst of the beats.

Mugs

Thanks guys.

"16th Century" it was.

Some good suggestions there MFW, I'll try a rework.

tanks
K

Kris -- I liked this one alot. 

lynn

I like it too, but agree it could be tighter. I guessed Sixteen C was 16th century, but you made me work.
(If sixteen C was an accepted expression I wouldn't care too much, but it seems unnecessarily "clever" to me. You know, kinda like deliberately obfuscating meaning, Lynn? :) )

Lots to enjoy though, some fine writing on display.
Well done and congratz on the pick-a-doodle-doo.

B.

I like it just the way it is. Especially the black turtle neck bit.

When the Sixteenth is capped and the line is short and immediately followed by hidden bones and buried treasure, -- not too obfuscated [for this reader].  and clever?  maybe.  But I read it as part of the voice, hpster/beat, jagged and sharp in places ... so, Sixteenth C was a good thing, for me.  It fit.

L.

me too, eb -- black turtleneck and luscious wounds -- whoa.  yes.

Some healing stories are so sad. Thanks for this, Kris. :)

Sure they weren't cliff hanger hips?  Anyway, good write, and I'm sure there are other starving beauties that will appeal to you.
The trouble with hunger is.... it tends to be systematic.