How The Heart Migrates

My love's majesty easily surpasses

The silky intricacies of a spider's spin

As she spreads her wrinkled map

Of her tender paper skin

I'd love to study all of her streets

Ravines, rivers bend outward & within

And if I lift the chart to the sun

The light shall shine through, its wafer thin

The secret is nestled in her crevices

In all her gaps and her fine folds

I trace my finger around it all

For I can see but cannot hold

The millions of pores, they do adorn

And I witness them open like lilies

And if I dare say she's my universe

Then they are her galaxies

Yet I need not the canopy of stars

When I plot my course on her

She is my twirling light

And I'm her lost traveler

I offer tears of joy to my linchpin

Thus I can't help but weep & read

The wrinkled map of her paper skin

When deep calls to deep

 - By Ritvij. 18/Nov/2022. At home, Raebareli.