your body is familiar territory.
i know the roads, the paths, the signs.
the way it sparks in the night, how it creaks
and turns with the sun.
i watch your body like a map, but i have no destination.
i only want to travel until i'm lost.
lost in the vastness of your shoulder blades.
lost in the sighs of your esophagus.
lost in the wool of your torso.
lost in the making of your hands.
lost in the glands of your cheeks.
lost in the sea of your eyes.
your body, my sanctuary.
your heartbeat, my lullaby.
i trail the territory with my fingertips.
i trail home.
home.