|Oct/Nov 2001 • Poetry|
(After Barbara Partyka's Naked Man Drawing)
I want to be Vasco De Gama on your body--
to sail your eastern hemisphere,
to trace your map with my fingers,
know only the certainty that wherever my journey ends
is where I'm supposed to be.
I want to get lost in your Arabian Sea,
yield to approaching vessels
and jump off my own ship
only to have your compass guide me
back to familiar waters.
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