All heels and el­bows

All the un­gainly bits of your body
passed over for the bole of your ear,
the pulse at the back of your jaw, the rolling round

And I’ve done it again, ig­nored the pointed joints
that swing your arms around me, the ten­dons
pulling your fin­gers down my back, palms

for­got­ten by wrist prox­im­ity, your knees on
my wooden floor, 

your raised eye­brow my hand on your
throat. 

This is about no par­tic­u­lar woman, but an amal­gam of sev­eral I have known, with a bit of li­cense thrown in. I also joked around a bit with the con­tent, im­me­di­ately ig­nor­ing the “bor­ing” parts of a woman’s body for the stuff that gets writ­ten about more of­ten. The sec­ond stanza is an at­tempt to bring the au­thor back to the topic at hand, but then he gets a bit turned on and dis­tracted, hence the abrupt end­ing.

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