Compass Points

All these connections like points on a compass constant awareness like breath on my lips knowing that you are still out there and wondering if you still are pining for things that you miss Have you gone traveling to the pinpoint of green in seas which welcomed your skin in a dip and have you peeled open the rind of the moon to hold to your lips to reflectively sip? Have you brought marble to inlay your stairs and have you played chess with your two other halves? Have you enjoyed every roll of liqueur in an alcohol burn? Why, I'll bet that you have. Somehow, I'd know if you breathed your last breath. Somehow, you'd send me a palatable sign. One that I'd wrap around tooth picks with tassels and dip with decision in myrrh berry wine. Somehow, you'd know if I sent you a letter sealed up in wax made of salty old tears scented in strawberry cream, filled with stickers chosen, collected through turbulent years. We hold the secrets and scents of enigmas right on the small of our backs in our sleep Striking awareness like points on a compass all in the layers of dreaming to keep.