​I trace the lines, 
As if they are – 

Latitudes and longitudes,

On a map of our future.

Reading them,

As if they give – 

An indication of our life, 

Or our place in the world. 

And as I hold, 

Your hand in mine, 

Know this,  and only this, 

I hold you,  my world 

In the palms of my hands. 

Kevin Brown © 08.09.2016

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