We Meet Again

With half a laugh of hearty zest,
I strip me of my coat and vest.

Then heeding not the frigid air,
I fling away my underwear.

So, having nothing else to doff,
I rip my epidermis off.

More secrets to acquaint you with,
I pare my bones to strips of pith.

And when the exposé is done,
I hang a cobweb skeleton.

While there you sit, aloof, remote,
And will not shed your overcoat.