Dugong Map

after twenty intimate years
i could draw a map of you

the subtle whorls of your ears
the hillocks of your buttocks
your belly's gentle topography
the contours of your vulva-soft fingerprints

or perhaps an underwater map
your seductive seascape
rippling across our bed
seagrass lying smooth
caressing every curve

and i, the rolling dugong
feeding on your sweet seagrass