A Map of the Body in Love

Each of us has a map of somewhere

stenciled on the body--it's just

a matter of who will see this nearly

spiritual self getting activated

under a sign in the sky that looked

like doom--there it was, a lost

comet heading for the sun.  We were

dumb enough to assume its aim was

the trajectory all of us take, getting

lighter, getting closer

to heat each time

we pass each other.  What I'm saying

is that there's no way to see

what you see but I know

the galaxy's spine like I know

your brown back sometimes,

touching me in the night 

of our newly found sleep.