When you look at me,
I am a map
Of all the places you've been;
The curves you've studied.
Land covers my flesh--
Flowers, bushes, roads less traveled,
Except for the bodies of water
Between my legs.
Moles are pit stops,
Stretch marks are railroad tracks,
Plenty of locations to visit and see.
But when this map
Crinkles and fades--
Maybe a part rips,
Will you still want to
Read,
Touch,
Look at,
Travel to,
Admire,
Explore
Me?
YOU ARE READING
I Am Everything
PoetryExcerpt: "I am everything: The autumn winds easing the leaves away from their branches, A baby's smile at daddy's funny face, The tears that seep into the soil at a funeral, A heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. I am a hug: Offered only during t...
