Making Space


We could be out on a boat
or beneath cherry blossoms on stone paved streets
my heels could be clicking 
your hands could be gesturing

Where we've been lurks just beneath our skin
above our skulls
between our blinks and sighs

I think I'll stash you
a dot on a map
a pin pushed into the cork board of me

"Ouch!"

deep into a bit of flesh 
I can't really see
unless

I look
back.