Collarbones and Quiet

Loose hairs caught in collar's fold,

pale skin flushed by shifting light.

A sudden glimpse, a breath that held,

a quiet pulse beneath the cold.

The man turns, phone pressed to ear,

a moment split by sunlight’s grace.

The freckled patch, the tender bend,

invites a thought I can’t defend.

A place unseen, a secret space,

a world behind the world I face.

I watch the nape as shadows bend,

a story told behind the head.