old world      new love

in between music & maps lies magick
knowing you know these things
back of my back hands like shovels
digging out new geography
land where nothing
stops friction
heat in afternoon
between sheets under cover
contour lines sweat
rolling down spines
notes from a broken jig sliding
into clef of my curve
(the one you don't have)
in kilt and light i could
roll you up play you
sheet music from my world
(Harvest Moon not Harvest Home)
mount you ridges from my range
(Rockies not Highlands)
ritual rhythm steady gait
celtic reel sheer scale
certainty in what you do you do do well
again again again
navigating (soundtrack of my) landscape
fine tuning (panorama of my) instrument
playing desire keyboard on fire
charting need cartographer
making new views (out of old worlds)
reflect far beyond
shadow/s of (y)our gaze

p. j. flaming
Dumfries Scotland
From: road trip 3, a poetic journey