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Collarbones

A Poem

By Katerina PetrouPublished about a month ago 1 min read
Collarbones
Photo by Ramez E. Nassif on Unsplash

I trace my collarbones. How

delicate they are. As pearls.

Too fragile and valuable for

your careless fingers too hold.

The way my frame caresses space.

My weak body that carries a

deeply strong and tired soul.

You would never understand my mind.

Oh, so glad I am to have not given you

even the chance.

The fire of my youth and my wisdom

excited you.

And, I drank you in like petrol until

my flame

burned

blue.

Blue. Blue.

In my ashes, you would have swept

her feet along and pulled her waist

into your future.

Leaving me in your past.

love poems

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