You underestimate your shoulders.
They are not a series of
muscles, ligaments, tendons,
where the humerus and scapula meet.
They are emptying fields,
living sunlight, blazing
altars for hands, lips,
a curving distance of sighs and weights,
a thousand brush strokes
of velvet and weather,
a world where you
carry your heart.
--Terresa Wellborn
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