I couldn’t wear that <br />white dress you painted <br />tapering into the blue. <br /> <br />So I lay with <br />you naked. <br /> <br />The unbuttoning <br />of a politely curved lip <br />tips kisses <br />on my chest, <br />Stomache, <br />funnybone, <br />clavicle, <br /> <br />wishbone. <br /> <br /> <br />I stammer a preface <br />to your impatient hands, <br /> <br />impaled <br />by my prattle, <br />as a litany of tongues <br />imprisons my groans <br />and my ear sleeps <br />on a bed of your sighs.<br /><br />Amanda Joy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishbone-clavicle-kiss/
