the landscape that
is you is open,
map-like, as I
patiently look for
landmarks and safe
landings,
opening it up behind
my eyes
armed with
these memories of us
I will chart a
course back to you,
tracing again the
paths I once
traced with my
tongue
love is not a
good enough excuse
this time I will
not return for
love alone; but
to steal
again the heart
that
you stole
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