compass…

I am buried underneath
layers of love zipped 
and silence exposed
deep magnetic poetry
he spills across my heart
a quiet compass pointed towards him
so near
closer to me
I feel his heart’s
breath on my lips
yet desperately spliced
everywhere far adrift
tethered to longing
broken compass
searching everywhere 
in between 
I may be 

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