I have memorised the Oriental ridges
of your bony back
the language of my topographic sanity


I have moved to the wild dance
of your night ocean spray hair
the choreography of my ballroom existence


I have listened to the soft pats
of your sneaker steps
the intense pulses of my orchestra heart


I have melded my soul
to the curve of your joyride spine
to the tree of your sketched bloodline
the written epic of my fading past


And I have drowned in the scent of you
the scent of nothing
the scent of maybe something


You have conquered
the known world
and colonised it across your
posterior anatomy
the continent of my being
painted on you
walking away.


Maybe once
just once
beautiful stranger
you would turn and look my way.

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