Me and my lover; we sit adjacent on the antediluvian couch
I can only imagine being equiponderant, to everything in his mind
Lungs begin to hurt, my sides; dolorific
I delineate the indentation of his spine with my thumb over and over
My favorite place is in the crook of your neck
These hands fold into yours, my body folds into your body
Here we lay, here we stay
Mapped out in your bed, little countries, and oceans we sail to and fro.
