Have a pome.
So, I sort of stalk gyzym's lj a little bit because she writes the most amazing Eames/Arthur stuff and her general normal posts are also often very fun too. And she did an "Inspiration Post" where people were posting their favourite poems, so there was lots of e.e. cummings and some Sappho and Catullus and many many different poets. And someone, some anonymous lovely person, posted this.
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.
~Jamison T. Crabtree
And it is lovely.
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.
~Jamison T. Crabtree
And it is lovely.