Necks

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When you look for a pulse, where do you check?

Your vulnerable wrists or your fragile neck?

Press your fingers against that soft, supple, skin

Feel your pulse – pumping out… pumping in

When you hand out compliments like little blue envelopes

Lashes, legs, lips, locks are all lauded

But what about that tender neck of yours?

It is forever forgotten and evermore doubted

However, it is around that very portion of skin

That rest rubies, emeralds, diamonds and sapphires

Snugly wrap scarves of silk, cashmere and satin

To warm you up like kindling Canadian camp fires

Close your eyes on a restless and stormy night

Night…

Nightmares contaminate even the spark of a thought

Hands grasp your neck in chokehold lethally tight

A switchblade slitting your throat or another shot sought

In the deadening dark leaving the little hairs on the back

Of your neck standing upright.

Let us not forget the predators who roam beyond hours

The ones who truly understand and appreciate that section of skin

The ones who bare their sharp incisors as their sign of power

Not hesitating to attack and dig right in

Vampires go for the bite on your neck, as we all know

My dad, a biology teacher, explained to me jokingly last year

Because that’s where your blood is constantly at flow

Thus, the reason why Damon and Edward always attack right there

Perhaps the vampire epidemic has run its course

But that doesn’t mean the value of the neck has perished with it

I think necks and the body need to file for divorce

So that they will be missed and their necessity finally becomes vivid

Kisses, warm gestures as well as other things

Are committed on the neck day to day

Bow ties, cologne and floral perfume all sting

The skin that wears them the best way

So while the only thing your neck can physically do is crane

And turn and nod and shake and strain

What matters more than what it does, is what it truly signifies

Power, fear, love, life, imagination and the beauty of the minimized

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I wrote this poem for writer's craft and we were supposed to write about a body part. Thinking that no one else would write about necks, I did. Turns out another guy in my group did too (go figure) but whatever haha. I didn't end up using this poem though because it's too fluent in rhymes for spoken word but here it is anyway - and I'm rambling...

Tell me what you think :)

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