Hope

[grannyjill]

This will all end in tears, I promise
Good ones
bitter-salt ones that map the planes of our faces
As we press them together
connecting roads and rivers
unfolding the landscape of us
suspended in a paper-thin moment
Crumpled or folded
smelling of damp and dust
Promising horizons
and nothing more
and nothing less

I'm not very experienced at critiquing poetry, so please bear with me.
There are lots of things which I found pleasing in your poem. The end in tears (turned on its head, with 'good ones') and the extended metaphor of maps and geography. Particularly good line I thought was 'unfolding the landscape of us'.
but, the last two lines kind of make the poem fizzle out..though I have no suggestions for strengthening them.
Hello and Welcome, grannyjill

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