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Don't teach me any of this cartography yet,
the chart is already yielding in quiet splendor,
with prolonged subtle ques of consent
and I want to remain lost inside you.

You've reeled me from the edge
of where I almost forgot all language,
this tongue, after all, is only this
native when I speak to your being.

All else grew foreign in your proximity.

As where my fixation was once the terrain,
the visible lines and stories our forms
cannot seem to shake the ghosts of,
you reminded me to look skyward again.

To bathe in every glow that
celestial remnants bestow
upon the temporary
creatures we are.

Such glows may outlast us,
I know this now and remember,
the specific details have always
been too important to me.

You remind me that their essence
is what will truly stay with us.

It's why certain constellations
bring a shy smile and a tear
to the eyes I love,
the ones that change shades
when captured in a still frame.

It's why certain poems and songs
flush your skin with radiant heat
and summon memories of love made,
of how even though it's all skin and cells
and the proper combination of
nerve endings coaxed with delicate
and sometimes furious timing

An essence hovers beyond
those intimate afterglows
to forever entwine with you.

Don't teach me any of this cartography yet,
the trail yields as you unfold,
I want to remain lost for a little while,
to chart what words often fail to,
essence over clear definition.

And you let me explore everywhere,
consenting to let time flow
as a distant dark river as I find
my way to this language again.

All else grew foreign in your proximity.

As where my fixation was once the terrain,
you remind me to seek out where the maps
border along oblique lines and curves.

You remind me of every song
that I've ever made love to,
every note that broke
and mended my heart.

Such melodies and letters
may go on to outlast us,
I know this and must remember
that specific details can
eventually lose their potent splendor.

It's the essence they place
in us that will matter most.

It's why the frames you're captured in
bring back a language I once lost.

This tongue, after all, is only this
native when I speak to your being.
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Written by elliotlacey31
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