03 March 2014

mapmaking

Your body is a landscape
I am dying to explore.
Every mountain and valley
that creases your skin
is a natural wonder;
I hereby declare you a national park
to be preserved, treasured, and admired.
I want to catalogue
all the different ways and colors
your eyes can flash.
Let your voice flood my ears
like a river filled with spring-melted snow;
I will happily drown in the run-off of your words.
Allow me to memorize the shape of your jaw line,
press my lips to your skin
and blaze trails down your neck.
Can I climb the mountain of your mind?
The elevation makes me dizzy;
it's harder to breathe-
still, I want to climb higher.
Which elevation will give me the best view of you?
I will go to any lengths to find it;
I will spend forever trying to map it.
Let me be the cartographer of your soul.

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