Maps

I see the maps in your eyes-

 

They lead me across continents of grace…

 

The lands of your soul, rich in beauty-

 

Then over mountains of earthborn innocence,

Flowing, uninhibited, like lava,

And then cooling to form the brilliant stones

 

Big-

 

Almond-

 

Defying all glory in explanation,

They soak me in deep, brown love.

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