Written by m ennenbach

(un)titled ode XXIII

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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6 thoughts on “(un)titled ode XXIII”

  2. 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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