Topography

The bridge of your nose;

your hair in the 2pm afternoon sun;

your calves, as they tense up

when you climb the stairs;

your jawline when you read

anything political;

that muscular line

right on your pelvis,

below the abdominals;

these are familiar landmarks

where my eyes take refuge

when the day gets too heavy.

 

I can’t get lost

in the geography of your body.

I know the back of your hand

better than I know mine.

 

It’s all mapped out in my mind

and I go there

when I want to be lost

in something familiar.

 

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