the wind blows strong
little by little, leaves fall

i look around
as they surround me,
lifeless they may be
but to me, they bring folly

in my mind, i wonder
how do they know
when to let go of the tree?

i wanna be a map
that you fold
& keep in your pocket
mark me with
"you are here"
on my chest
just a little to the left
take a drive down my veins
you'd be surprised
where my roads could take you
tie your thread
to every inch of my body
that you have ever visited
i wanna wear a sweater
made entirely out of your hands
'X' marks the spot
open me
like a treasure chest
i am not gold inside
no,
but my hidden treasures
are all yours
you are an adventure
i wanna get lost
all over the landscapes
of you
plan a route
that leads you
straight into my sheets
there are cities in the palms of my hands
won't you come
& explore
the vastness
of me.