Clavicles

Nano poems on ‘Clavicles‘

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“Let my words rain on your clavicles
I’ll taste the purest from there
leaving peerless imprints of my ink
like a rainbow in the sky.”

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“I don’t quite remember
any poetry that I wrote
except the one
I had written on her clavicles. ”

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“I wasn’t an accomplished painter
until my hands had discovered
and my colors had painted
on quintessential curves of her clavicles.”

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“Sunlight falling on her clavicles
the mountain like curves
the warmth of her skin
the color of her skin unifying with the sunshine
I swear, I would not have regret
drowning myself in her
heavenly glorious volcano.”

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“Tell me something you had always wished?”
She asked while the lights shimmered like a shy.
“If I could be that mole on your clavicles
I’d have stayed with you, gone with you.”

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– Kritika Vashist