Sun dappling skin; parched by morning I'm watch-
ing you (tender skin on tendons) flex, flush
with crackling parchment veins marking rivers.
Sweat sheen; wet falling through capillary,
sensation manifest over backs of
You flip insensate, switch sides
and I can read (maze, patchwork) roads crisscrossed,
meeting in Rome, centered at the base of
your thumb. How (false flipping) do such timid
brushes produce so live a map of sense?
How (tell me) can touch sketch so obscure
I am illiterate in you.
Led astray, this wandering bark adrift
in the intersection of palm and wrist.