Shoulder. Shoulder. November 23, 2015May 8, 2018 by julie blue Muscles move before me Beneath tan, freckled landscape. I trace a single finger over the hills and valleys Wonder on the days and weeks and months Years This shoulder spent bathed in sunlight Warmed yet still lonely Awaiting this touch. Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
