Cartographic Memory

Seeing you first, I rushed From first fill of the heart, To first tenderness of a poem Seeing me then, you stared With that diamond look of silence Black from your black eyes Shimmering from your shining face Blinding...

Saw you walk by A little boldly today. I turned away, but only a little Worried that my very look at you, Would afflict both of us. You with more derision of me, I with more longing for you. How I yearn to talk to you...

“Did you notice?” You said once. “How I don’t address you by name?” “Did you wonder why?” Then we smiled At each other … We then leaned Toward each other “Did you...

It would be nice To touch those hands To press those fingers To take them in my hands To take them in my fingers To kiss them Feel the damp sweat of her palms on my face Would be nice To put my arm around her shoulders...

Heavy heart. Price one pays for not having two bodies.