by Míša Hejná Copyright ©2026 With my fingertips and the tips of my lips I’m sketching out a map of you   passing around the gap between your torso and your arms I drift          down           stream my gift        the hour of the now sailing through the showers of your hair canoeing the labyrinths of motions bare and dormant oceans awakening I take a snapshot of your soul in the whirlpools of your pupils with mine   leaving the universe behind to spin as I explore all of yo