If I could pick only one part of you
to call the most beautiful
I would choose the slope of your shoulders.
The graceful slide of bones and muscle, so perfectly fitted
The delicate rise of clavicle and shoulder blade,
Like the most perfect puzzle.
Slender and strong,
but you hate the way you look
I hate to see you change,
because if we could stay the same forever,
I'd spend eternity resting my head on your shoulder
And pressing my lips to the soft skin there.