like holding you after an october sunrise
strong
like fortified columns not even samson could push along
symmetrical
somehow more so than denzel washington’s sweet face
each vying for 1st
but baby, when I’m against them, there will be no race
a work of art should be savored
and should be cherished
salty gelato my tongue will slowly relish
clavicle is another word for collar bone
and clavicle is grown
from the latin word “clavicula”
meaning “little key”
and if your collar bones aren’t little keys to heaven
i don’t know what is
opening doors, taking me to places
my private oasis

i trace them slowly
my fingertips meeting perfect braille
slowly, my fingertips, glide
glide until they sail
over a message too beautiful to be spoken by mortal lips
read and revered like some sacred manuscript
the blind seeing for the first time
a beautiful anatomical paradigm

how does one chisel something so impeccable
maybe God does exist for only he
could have been responsible for something so exceptional
when my lips find them it’s nothing short of sinful
collar bones making my bones melt like gourmet gelato
sometimes i just sit and marvel
only to quietly utter the words, “bravo”
as that beauty melts through my fingers
i try and i try to still the moment
please forever linger