There Is A Map Of You All Around Me Poem by Luce Darwin

You are who I think about
When I stare out my bedroom window
Drinking my morning coffee
You are who I think about
When disaster strikes;
when I can't seem to breathe
You name is on my tongue
when someone mentions infinity;
the rest of my years
You make yourself visible
In everything you mention;
You are making a map;
Putting pins in objects;
Putting pins in my dreams
You are making a map of you;
It is all around me;
spread across the board of my life
And you are there;
at the bottom of my coffee pot
While this cold autumn
Seeps through my camisole;
Smirking a little
When I hear you
In something someone says
Or in their sarcastic tone;
You get me in trouble sometimes
And I can't keep from wondering
What things you might see me in;
I hope they don't ruin your day
I have made it a habit
To dress lightly when I sleep
Hoping to feel you on my skin
When I dream you're holding me;
your chest aganist my spine