My fingers trace
your contours
in my thoughts.
The highs and lows,
your inclines
rise and fall.
Spaces in between
grow distant
from ridge and valley
to coastal plain.
Through uncharted territory
I follow the beaten path
till trail turns to sand
and desert meets ocean.
Contours fade
and wash away.
You slide into
the deep blue
and cross the border.
r ~ 7/5/14
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
My fingers trace
your contours
in my thoughts.
The highs and lows,
your inclines
rise and fall.
Spaces in between
grow distant
from ridge and valley
to coastal plain.
Through uncharted territory
I follow the beaten path
till trail turns to sand
and desert meets ocean.
Contours fade
and wash away.
You slide into
the deep blue
and cross the border.
r ~ 7/5/14
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