One Poem

This is a Map

I am touched by the blue water
where all the edges of me
are carved out by the sea.
The veins of me are more colours
than red and blue--
(vehicular more than ventricular).
I am all over freckled with cities.
I am smooth and flat and tattooed.

All the people, touching, building
their little lives on my skin.
I am fixed here
As a bottle blue dragonfly pinned to a frame.
I am between two pages
And freed, briefly, for a road trip and
We touch only beneath those acres of blue
Where no cartographer can see.


{have a little taste of my writing :D }