Map

A mess of lines,

a disguise a mask of star maps

to planetary release,

I watch you breathe your eyes closed,

forming words to bite back, attack

softly, a gentle word of being alone.

I find you un-believable,

Incomprehensible marvel.

You will not steal without asking first.

So we are not on an edge,

we feel with hands atop hand.

Searching a minefield

or ocean.

The forceful hush,

the heavy feather.

The iron grace.

The force of eyes so full,

so star-glazed, animal curiosity.

Such smooth grace,

once rough around edges.

Stories untold by firelight,

eyes give us all

we asked for.

I do not understand your dispersal,

but I, timid, accept.