男盆友写给我的情诗

GPS

A map is more important for

Where it tells us we are,

Than where we could go.

The oceans of blue right down the street,

The lines of red streak through the land,

With the power of currents generated

From the spot in which I stand.

So it is with you:

From where you are, your power

Flows to me through the streets

Through conversations, under cars.

Love is the creases on the map we made,

Where we were comfortable to fold it,

Trusting where we were in the moment.

Even when left out in the sun to fade.

Love constantly asks us to trust.

It wants us to go and follow

A clear blue sky, a moonless night,

So that from a satellite view:

We could pick out our light.