Poetry Drafts / 19 December 2020

Cllrbn

Your collarbone,
I find it oh so
attractive, so
magnetic, so
erotic
Your collarbone,
I trace it,
let my finger walk,
stroll,
meander
towards your inner
being
Your collarbone,
there beneath the
strap of infinity,
behind your
truth,
I find me
lost

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.