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.