On my wrist
You trace a roadmap
Of your heart.
There are winds
And turns
And potholes
Where past loves
Have been
Here,
The road is
Cordoned off
And forward,
Endless sunsets
Over mountain peaks
And the sun
Rising over sea
And shore.
Your story
Comes in whispers
And sighs
The occasional
Gasping intensity
Of eyes
Meeting eyes.
Your hand
Strays from my wrist
To wisps of hair
That have broken
Free
To dance in the breeze
Of your breath
That hangs
Ever close to my neck.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
On my wrist
You trace a roadmap
Of your heart.
There are winds
And turns
And potholes
Where past loves
Have been
Here,
The road is
Cordoned off
And forward,
Endless sunsets
Over mountain peaks
And the sun
Rising over sea
And shore.
Your story
Comes in whispers
And sighs
The occasional
Gasping intensity
Of eyes
Meeting eyes.
Your hand
Strays from my wrist
To wisps of hair
That have broken
Free
To dance in the breeze
Of your breath
That hangs
Ever close to my neck.
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