We could lose ourselves within each other;
Like our hands were tourists,
And our bodies were foreign countries.

We explored each other.
Never staying with the tour group;
Rather wandering off into the back streets of each others spines;
Feeling our way around the insides and outs of one another.

And
Although we were tied;
We never allowed jet lag to get the better of us;
Because we knew that our time was short;
Our visas would end;
And we both had plane tickets;
And would be going home again.

With this said
We never stayed long;
Just long enough to see the sights;
And attractions.

I admired the freckle on your neck;
And the smooth change from pink lip to pale cheek on your face.
I made a new home on the curve of your spine as it smoothed over your shoulder blades.
Your body wasn't so foreign anymore.

Like blankets on a cold winters night,
We smothered our hands over one another;
Feeling our way through streets of bones;
And ***** homes.

You followed my veins like a map;
Leading you home.

Come home to me.