tracing an echo

Skin

 

your skin

is a shade of mandarin

in the morning

beneath the sun rising

over mountains

 

when we are far from

where we came from

when the sun rose over plains

 

into skin flowering

over our skeletal minds

mountainous thoughts

 

our bodies are maps

of east and west

without north or south

 

my hands

your feet

plains to hills

calloused skin

between