I found Africa while you were away.
It was tucked into
The curve of his neck,
Right between hope and Texas,
Just beside my future and
Our parting.
I held China in the palm of
One day
While you were elsewhere,
Counting stones in the Andes and
Skipping rocks across
An ocean’s breadth.
And while we were apart,
I slipped in Munich.
He kissed me in Edinburgh.
The gait of
Our history
Hurries me on to Rome.
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I don’t think I really get it, I’d probably have to read it several more times. However, your word usage is fascinating.
I don’t normally comment on poetry, however this piece is incredible. I’m a sucker for any piece that mentions cities or places, and this has such an interesting take on a familiar subject.