What is it about maps
And wide expanses
That touches my soul
Maybe it is that we are all maps
Some easily unfolded, some tightly rolled
Just wanting to be opened and explored
I’m begging to explore you
Trace each contour, feel the rising and falling
And etch your body in my mind
There’s this need to get as close as possible
To lounge within the confines of your arms
Learning what tectonic experiences created the landscape of your mind
But at the same time
Who am I,
To lay claim to any piece of you
You rival the greatest unknown places
Shrouded in mystery
Obscured by great distances and wide empty spaces
And even I
So small and naïve with my ball of string
Know the dangers of this endeavor
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 4:03 AM UTC
What is it about maps
And wide expanses
That touches my soul
Maybe it is that we are all maps
Some easily unfolded, some tightly rolled
Just wanting to be opened and explored
I’m begging to explore you
Trace each contour, feel the rising and falling
And etch your body in my mind
There’s this need to get as close as possible
To lounge within the confines of your arms
Learning what tectonic experiences created the landscape of your mind
But at the same time
Who am I,
To lay claim to any piece of you
You rival the greatest unknown places
Shrouded in mystery
Obscured by great distances and wide empty spaces
And even I
So small and naïve with my ball of string
Know the dangers of this endeavor