Sharp, angled cheekbones,

like mountain tops.

Silhouetted against the azure

of your hair.

Jutting collarbones,

filled with shadows--

of the past?

Of your mind?

Prominent ribs,

like the vaulted ceiling

of a cathedral.

Silver eyes

staring at you shoes.

Look up

and try.


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