Spent Time with your ShouldersA Poem by HarleyFavorite part of you...I spent time with your shoulders tonight Not with you. The freckle above your right blade will fade to a memory. But, for now, I will savor this moment. Kiss the curve at the top of your spine and watch your skin shiver. This is my favorite part of you The one piece I will take with me. They seem so unloved. As if no other woman noticed that your left shoulder sits higher than the right. These shoulders, so unnoticed, have held my tears. Danced with me. Held me in the night.
These shoulders were the reason I stayed. © 2011 Harley |
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