I like this photo.
Her shoulder features, prominently. Her hair,
beginning to stick, with the humidity and rain,
IS so beautiful, against the glow of her bare
In the background, their smiles. Hers,
Of so much. You want to ask her what all it holds.
And perhaps you’d like to borrow it sometime.
Maybe it’s a bit weird, to like
a photo of a shoulder so much but,
that’s the thing
about having a lover.
We get to know each others’ bodies
We get to look at things
or ribs and collarbones
to really see them
no need of mirrors and things.
We get to admire
We get to study their toes.
And then we get to find places in and on
their body for our own.
Oh my hand is quite at home in this slant of
My head fits just right in this nook of his chest.
Beat, beat goes the heart.
My fingers are dancing along
at a time.
I did not know I could admire a shoulder
’til I met yours.