The Geography of You

by Mary Helmbrecht

My fingers slide across your skin,
Discovering your countries,
Touching every crevasse and peak
Gliding along the paralyzing landscape that is you.
Slowly, beautifully,
I learn your native language
And I speak to you fluently, without sound
Flawless communication
The kind only passion can produce
The intimate features
That are mine to explore
The topography of your body
Your secret world