Catching The Scraps Poem by katerina shmelyeva

words are skeleton maps,
and the keys,
aren't they lost?

flimsy threads
connecting the shores
of our hearts
are so few -

but exhaust
the horizon.

my subdued thorny thirst
wakes up new
with the dawn,

in this droughty time zone
just a delicate hint
at the route,

some more lines
to balance on -

could you please
spell them out
for me and return

things unsaid? ..

the merest sign
on the way
to your seas
is exhaled

and bridges
the gap.