After we flew across the country we <br />got in bed, laid our bodies <br />delicately together, like maps laid <br />face to face, East to West, my <br />San Francisco against your New York, your <br />Fire Island against my Sonoma, my <br />New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho <br />bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas <br />burning against your Kansas your Kansas <br />burning against my Kansas, your Eastern <br />Standard Time pressing into my <br />Pacific Time, my Mountain Time <br />beating against your Central Time, your <br />sun rising swiftly from the right my <br />sun rising swiftly from the left your <br />moon rising slowly form the left my <br />moon rising slowly form the right until <br />all four bodies of the sky <br />burn above us, sealing us together, <br />all our cities twin cities, <br />all our states united, one <br />nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.<br /><br />Sharon Olds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/topography-2/
