I want to be swept,
across distances,
not on the face of this earth,
but across,
your eyes
carrying with me
only those boxes,
which speak of you,
rather than me.

I want to travel
the landmasses
on your bare back,
to fall in the crevices,
of your heart,
the ones you said,
were made a little deeper,
by every person,
who’d once made you whole,
but ended leaving.

I want to kiss,
every creek,
river,
ocean
on your body
hoping to one day
navigate my way
to the place
where you lock
the moments you’ve
cherished the most.

I don’t know
where the edge of grace, is,
but for me,
that place inside you,
is where my world ends.

And begins.

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