I find the head of the trail on your left shoulder. My fingers start to walk along the top of your collar and backwards spreading across the bank of your neck grazing your ear.

The next leg starts with a series of fingers repelling down the blade of your shoulder to walk the path across the back of your ribs to your chest.

I'd like to rest for a moment when my fingers make their way down your arm and meet yours near your heart.

Leaving your fingers behind  my hand continues to move along the trail that zig zags across your belly to your hip. They dig in and the mountain moves beneath them before they move along.

The loop starts to turn as the tips of my fingers tease the tender plain that is the small of your back.

The tail of the trail is cloudy as kisses fall between my fingers on the walk up the center of your back.

They make a quick sprint for the baby hairs at the back of your head. They play in the canopy as the rain falls on your shoulders.

I fall asleep with your hand in mine. Dreaming about the trail. About taking a hike with you.