your collarbones

your collar bones they turn my insides into stone but stone that is kept warm by fiery coal a trail from your shoulders all the way down to where your hips meet your torso it crawls up where your neck falls in line lips parted and laughter escapes from a jaw defined cheeks with freckles marked by an artist who knew just where to place every ink drop it's superficial i know it's superficial i know but i can't stop loving the way you crack your knuckles it might annoy others in close proximity but to me it sounds like a symphony the air escaping from your bones it's superficial i know it's superficial i know that it can't be like this forever because we are only people i need to enter reality before i make a horrid fatality in forgetting that you are human i can't stay infatuated forever i wish i could continue to feel the warmth that ignites within your collar bones