i
found myself
fascinated
with
her clavicle
with
the gentle
raised bumps
of
her spine
in
their graceful arc
there
is not
an inch of her
not a blemish
nor scar
that isn’t as if
painted by matisse
sculpted by michelangelo
written by neruda
composed by tchaikovsky
my fingers
dance upon her
like
baryshnikov
my tongue
manuevers across
her
curves and swells
like
rembrandt’s brush
and
my eyes
return
to her clavicle
unbidden
to her lips
she
i am
at a loss
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Good golly, Mike Ennenbach. You are such a romantic. You move me so, on a regular and frequent basis. And for that I am grateful.
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well I feel the same whenever I read your wonderful words. thank you for your kindness.
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Oh….my heart.
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I love Tchaikovsky. My favorite composer.
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Ryo Fukui is my all time favorite but that is jazz. The four seasons is epic. Winter always struck me.
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