Cartography of Lost Desire

Jon Nakapalau

I have tried to forget
the contours of your body.

the places where sweat would pool salty,
dewing on soft cinnamon arch -

points that were landmarks
of shared pleasure,

kisses like ports of call.
it is this tactile map

that haunts my nights
years of distance, that have been

ashen and erosive -
folded into memory

that longs only for
your compass touch.

  • Author: Jon Nakapalau (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2019 16:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: For S - miss you.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 10
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Comments2

  • SerenWise

    Nicely written, well done

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful heartfelt write.



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