Compass.

Oh you,
slipped into my sinews,
under the first tissue
like cautious lullaby

and I,
I'm smirking to the new
try not to discompose,
I let my heart repose.

Drops
my feelings on your window,
slowly down to the meadow
where our feet stay

Allay,
lie down with me on grass
just to let our compass
recommend a way.