An Ode to Your Neck
Contributed by
Blackevar
on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 05:12:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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The pale nape of your neck,
A gentle right angle of soft freckles and silk skin,
Soaked in the milk moonlight,
Touching it lightly I have never felt so safe,
That I bear witness to such form,
Soothes me like nothing I’ve known.
This navy night sub-cover utopia,
To know it exists,
Is to both know life and get it.
The daily grind, the wear and tear, the hustle and bustle,
I tolerate this barbarism tenuously,
A stone cold soul,
Sceptically solidified,
Perfunctorily performing biological requirements,
Forgetting why I bothered in the first place.
The nape of your neck is the oxygen for my soul,
Reminder of the eternal,
Indictor of the infinite,
I no longer breathe in out of habit,
Because I stole a glance at heaven,
It props up your head,
Displays your jewels,
Gets stiff when you’re stressed,
Functional to you,
For me it’s a reminder,
That each breath is a miracle,
And each day bliss
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Blackevar
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