4 September 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 3
A Love Poem
to a map
Maps are never skin. I know
that you're only a guide but
I prefer to pretend otherwise.
Lean over, let me slide my hand
under the couplings of letters
and numbers that cinch your stockings
together. Let me spread you open, let me
undo the tangle of rivers, interstates, and
country roads until they spill out
soft as hair across my lap.
The rustle of sheets hangs in the air
as I trace out each route, the friction
of my fingertips against each delicate
path. The key makes you real, it stretches
inches into miles. It can turn
the idea of something into the thing itself.
About the author:
Jamison is a Rogers Fellow at the University of Arizona.
For further reading:
See the complete list of work by Jamison T. Crabtree at 42opus. Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 3, where "A Love Poem" ran on September 4, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry, unpublished writers.
