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Roadmap

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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violet-wade

Australian

Published: Dec 17, 2012
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