I’d like to draw a map of you
for perspective,
for options,
for borders, both imaginary &
reactionary.
Your vellum,
I now know like the belly of my palm.
And our lines converge, overlap, and seal off
familiar territories, provincial islands of natives,
like Us where
there is a sense of belonging,
lining up and finding places
specific to our likeness and
locale is in a sense
locale is in a sense
relative to distance to each other
within our limited spheres
flattened as Atlas can get
and remain.
and remain.
Two souls collide Here, two bodies melt,
there two souls trapped,
surrounded bodies of turbid water
surrounded bodies of turbid water
that become brackish by exchange.
This is all I can do
with nothing else to make
This is all I can do
with nothing else to make
but more magma
in these uncharted landsand move on.
Painting by D. Howard Hitchcock (1914) 'Moon and stars over Diamond Head' in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
