There is
Something
In the crook
Of your neck,
Or,
The soft
Curve
Of your Cheek
That violently whips me towards you.
And
Somehow
The maps
On the palms
Of your calloused
Hands,
Or,
The rivers
That guide
The warmth
Through you,
Make me believe that I know where I'm going.
And
I take
The valleys
And hills
Your touch
Sculpts
In my thigh,
And,
The purple lakes
Formed
By your kisses,
As excellent examples
Of your changing me for the better.
And
It’s You,
Your body
Near me,
Your face
In my direction,
Your hand
Holding mine,
That opens the hatch to my lungs
And unlocks the path to my deep breath.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:40 AM UTC
There is
Something
In the crook
Of your neck,
Or,
The soft
Curve
Of your Cheek
That violently whips me towards you.
And
Somehow
The maps
On the palms
Of your calloused
Hands,
Or,
The rivers
That guide
The warmth
Through you,
Make me believe that I know where I'm going.
And
I take
The valleys
And hills
Your touch
Sculpts
In my thigh,
And,
The purple lakes
Formed
By your kisses,
As excellent examples
Of your changing me for the better.
And
It’s You,
Your body
Near me,
Your face
In my direction,
Your hand
Holding mine,
That opens the hatch to my lungs
And unlocks the path to my deep breath.