Map

Inspired by the nights I've spent with a beautiful girl, I trace the lines our bodies make as we hold each other.

Lying next to her, I draw a map.

I see the lanes of our legs swerve and bend as they intersect,

the traffic lights of our hips as they press together,

the sound of our breaths collide with the noise of engines.

I memorize the paths our fingers take as they melt together.

I breathe her in.

The smell of her hair like rain on the highway,

Skin so soft,

like the wind as it seeps through the cracks of the window,

her lips like the caress of warm sunlight holding me in this moment.

I draw her name on street signs and store fronts

and ask her neck for directions as my tongue travels

the turnpike of her collarbone.

And in this moment, I don't care what they think of us.

I don't even care what she thinks of herself,

Because I will carry her baggage until the end of time,

or at least to the car so we can drive.

Drive.

Drive until we escape their stares

and only follow the map we've made from the

nights where I lie next to her as she begs for love,

the love that she already has.

Her eyes pay the tolls as she cries, but I will hold her

until she realizes that she is far too good for me

or until our map outgrows these pages.

Reviews

[Draven_Writes]

Wow. I am stunned. This is the exact definition of how I feel when I'm in that moment. This is a great poem. Intimate,passionate, intense, but loving.

[Blogger]

Very well said. You express yourself in your writing very well. I like this.

[Rachel Anderson]

Glad you enjoyed it!

[Baby Ricochet]

A lovely descriptive piece. Good work Rachel

[Rachel Anderson]

Thank you :)

[Inda]

This is very personal and sweet and tragic all at once, I love it! You never dissapoint.

[Rachel Anderson]

Aw thank you!! :D

[genocide]

is this suppose to be an erotic poem saying explore my body?

[Winchester Saltgunner]

this is beautiful

[Rachel Anderson]

I'm glad you like it. :)

[Winchester Saltgunner]

:)