I live for the way you trace your fingers on the curve of my hip; you make me feel like I'm a map and you're deciding where to go on holiday

Spin the globe with your eyes closed and stop randomly, my love, and drop your heart there. I'll take the first flight out of here to find it, as long as you come with me

We are from the earth, of the earth, but I feel stars pop up on every point of my skin that you touch— you are a god of constellations come down to grace the soil under my feet

Heaven and hell are just places on your well worn map (me), just destinations for our next adventure

Take me on a roadtrip and teach me how to be a galaxy; I'll show you how much love there is in my heart, all for you