I wanna be the wanderer lost in your body*
I'll treat the lines of your hands as road maps;
your fingerprints as busy intersections
I wanna get lost in every corner of your body
exploring ‘til I see darkness and cobwebs on the insides of your ribcage
I wanna see every broken piece of your heart;
and mend them together, one by one, slowly and surely
I wanna get lost in your mind and hear your every thought
Your opinions, your dreams, your frustrations, and your sweet pillow talk
(I bet they’ll all be fascinating and depressing at the same time)
I’ll stay at the corners of your mouth
Your lips will be my pillow and bed, your words will be my bedtime stories
I wanna memorize your scars, and examine them
I’ll figure out everything behind every mark,
and know how they made you stronger
Your clavicle will be my resting place
after I travel through your veins
I’ll spend a week looking in your eyes, determining whether they’re black or a hue of dark hazelnut
I will travel along the lines of your face,
and observe how these lines wiggle as you smile, or frown, or cry
I’ll climb to the bridge of your nose,
and be amazed to see everything clearly
I’ll drop by your liver
and comfort it every time you gulp a six pack beer
I’ll pass by your lungs
and clean it after you finish a pack of cigars
I’ll protect you
I’ll accept everything that you are
It will take me forever to know every tiny detail of your body,
but I’m gonna love it
I am sure
because *I don't mind getting lost
as long as it's in you