Shoulder.

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.

Published by julie blue

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