Your bed, the world
we tumble across all four corners
show me unchartered regions,
hidden treasures,
your wilderness.
I get lost, gazing at your navel.
You find me.
hands at the back of my head
draw me to your face,
mouth, eyes...
Delirious,
lost again.
Tell my folks I loved them.
Tell them to
call off the search
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
Your bed, the world
we tumble across all four corners
show me unchartered regions,
hidden treasures,
your wilderness.
I get lost, gazing at your navel.
You find me.
hands at the back of my head
draw me to your face,
mouth, eyes...
Delirious,
lost again.
Tell my folks I loved them.
Tell them to
call off the search
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