Bless His hollow clavicle
A piece of engineering miracle
Just below the rise of His apple
It slopes there – mild and humble;
Like a safe and snuggly noshing pit
Where there’s no rush or haste
Just little hairs that lace and knit
On skin fine, smooth and chaste;
Bless that supersternal notch so dear
When His fingers stop and touch
Or stay to very gently linger…
The thing we love to see so much!
(written on 25/7/09 about another Rob-body part inspired by JAG's blog!)
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