James Kelley Poet Free verse

Cartography

I count the syllables of your dreams,

tracing my way home,

using each one as a compass;

Pulling me to you.

Your tongue outlines this map,

shooting stars into the mouth

of a lost sky.

I can feel your veins pulse

against the skin of discovery;

wild drums beat in the 

heart of my prowl.

The lashes of your eyes,

in the sway of trees,

scatter across the 

break of my horizon,

pushed by the breath

of words spoken

in vivid slumber.

                  “I can hear you.”

-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

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