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i can lose myself in your eyes— no, actually, that’s not true. i have an excellent sense of direction (up down around the contours of your spine, between the frantic pulls of your breath, across yet through the rise and fall of your chest; always with the certainty of you) though i do usually become waylaid by crossways, intersections, and boulevards; by unspoken daydreams, unseen words, and misplaced thoughts; by the fragile temerity of an allusion at midnight, and the convenient paradoxes of endless space and finite time. but you; you, i can find. because though i will never be quite able to steer myself by stars, portents, or street signs, i can feel the way across your fingertips as surely as any sailor and where the stars, portents, or street signs direct, but do not guide it is your warmth that means that i will never get lost in your eyes. because i’ll always be found in your voice, and the taste of your touch. and while i’ll always have to carry a map and still have to stop three times to reorient redirect and ask for directions, i’m not too worried. because lost is a frame of mind, and found is a destination that I am constantly leaving and arriving; an infinite loop wrapped around your little finger.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
i know why the compass points south
i can lose myself in your eyes— no, actually, that’s not true. i have an excellent sense of direction (up down around the contours of your spine, between the frantic pulls of your breath, across yet through the rise and fall of your chest; always with the certainty of you) though i do usually become waylaid by crossways, intersections, and boulevards; by unspoken daydreams, unseen words, and misplaced thoughts; by the fragile temerity of an allusion at midnight, and the convenient paradoxes of endless space and finite time. but you; you, i can find. because though i will never be quite able to steer myself by stars, portents, or street signs, i can feel the way across your fingertips as surely as any sailor and where the stars, portents, or street signs direct, but do not guide it is your warmth that means that i will never get lost in your eyes. because i’ll always be found in your voice, and the taste of your touch. and while i’ll always have to carry a map and still have to stop three times to reorient redirect and ask for directions, i’m not too worried. because lost is a frame of mind, and found is a destination that I am constantly leaving and arriving; an infinite loop wrapped around your little finger.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 3:49 PM UTC
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