Wednesday, February 3, 2010

poem/17

the swerve of her curve
limns a depth of valleys to learn
years of trust to earn
cardiovascular cartographer
you can not
go to school for this

when her kiss makes you miss
the logical steps up the stairs of yr mind
rewind and tumble down
do not attempt to move up and round
there is no attic nor higher ground
only the bliss
in the moment you are found

swirling like clear mountain streams
over rocks of round dreams
worn smooth under sunlight beams
ribbons of diamonds gleam

you can not
go to school for this

when the diamonds catch
the glimmer in your eye
know better than to pry from
that which you espy
sunlight dances on water faster
than the hands abilities to master

says the cardiovascular
cartographer
this land needs explorers
though to have and not hold
yes, even still, i am home

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