You used to live in the lush
shallow dip
of my lips
and set sail
nightly
down the moon bright bayous
of my body,
determined explorer
slipping through
latitudes of
longing.
Celestial navigation—
no North Star
but constellations
of temptations.
You wanted to know the shape of my world.
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
You used to live in the lush
shallow dip
of my lips
and set sail
nightly
down the moon bright bayous
of my body,
determined explorer
slipping through
latitudes of
longing.
Celestial navigation—
no North Star
but constellations
of temptations.
You wanted to know the shape of my world.
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