HOME | DD

Description
There is distance between myself
and the me I allow you to know,
and I even I have forgotten how to get back to her.
I will lay you down on bleached concrete,
your arms spread out like angel wings,
and spread maps over your bare chest.
I will trace river valleys and pathways,
I will outline the mountainous terrain of your ribcage.
I shall run my fingers over every aspect of your being,
and search feverishly to find myself in you.
If I cannot, I will take these maps made in your image,
and I will burn them,
watching the ashes take flight into the air
and be absorbed into the earth.
Then, we will start again,
until I find myself
in you.

Description
There is distance between myself
and the me I allow you to know,
and I even I have forgotten how to get back to her.
I will lay you down on bleached concrete,
your arms spread out like angel wings,
and spread maps over your bare chest.
I will trace river valleys and pathways,
I will outline the mountainous terrain of your ribcage.
I shall run my fingers over every aspect of your being,
and search feverishly to find myself in you.
If I cannot, I will take these maps made in your image,
and I will burn them,
watching the ashes take flight into the air
and be absorbed into the earth.
Then, we will start again,
until I find myself
in you.