natural shapes bring me things

Shoulder blades gently shaping the fabric of a thin cotton shirt that I assume must feel light and comfortable. I realize that I stare at the backs of women so often. I suppose I am wondering if my back looks similar. A mix of unknowing beauty, simplicity, calm, and an ability to relax. Back envy. A place of freedom that escapes most things. A love a lover's gentle hand to my chest, but sometimes I need a hand to my dragon wings.