Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2012
I see the mole.

It lies just south of his petite clavicles,
parenthesizing his fragile neck.

I'd like to find the others.

Moles dotting his figure,
beacons on his frame.

Showing me where to touch.

I'll map them all out,
every last speck.

Just call me the cartographer.

I'll connect the dots, drawing lines,
building routes with my fingertips.

Your body will be mapped like the Silk Road.

But no ideas will be exchanged, nor words spoken.
No empires will be connected across this globe.

Only moles.
My first tumblr crush.
Brad Lambert
Written by
Brad Lambert  Missoula, MT
(Missoula, MT)   
3.5k
   ---, --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems