Cartographer

when
this morning over coffee
I made you submit
to my close inspection I

traced the map of
last night's journey and
with my fingers found

these welted ridges here
where we began our descent
into the hot red swirling pool
and this purple water rippled
here rimmed with yellow gold
where you gasped
and writhed
and these pink blushed
nippled hills
dappled in dark blue lace
where the well planted crop
plowed straight bright furrows
still warm to my touch

when
you trembled again at
my curious exploration I could
smell the wet heat of you rise

I knew then we are
contiguous states of desire
north and south
the glorious landscape
of your body
our common boundary
our mysterious journey charted
in delicate rainbow bruises