Map of You

A body with hands like maps

Allow me to trace your highway veins

Intertwine your fingers in mine

And learn my roads, my cliffs

My body yearns to know your story

Let me read your shoulders like manuscripts 

I will learn the language of your freckles

Have discourse with your bruises 

Let me make a home in your curves

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