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.

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