Our fingers bumped
As we connected miles
Between Florida and Vermont with our hands
On the map above your bed

Our fingers bumped
Like we did  
Connecting and kissing beneath the sheets
The most intimate part of you
Meeting mine

Filling the spaces where I felt
Would always be empty

I know you
How your skin feels
Brushing against mine
I know the curve of your lips
Every knuckle in your spine

I drown in your eyes
Deep shades of brown
I lose myself in those irises
Miss you painfully
When you're not around

We drew an imaginary line
Between states
One at a time

Somewhere in the middle
Your hand caught mine
And I didn't want to let go

Not any place
Or anytime