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

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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