don’t stray too much to the left,

or to the right, letting my fingers,

hinder the way you’ve always,

counted forward. 

gone backwards.

the dipper of freckles along,

the small of your back,

near the perfect shades of indigo,

and azul along the thinness of,

your veins-

to see, and to know,

such consistency,

will always,

be a light,

my guide,

in the most,

maelstrom

of nights.