I’ve traveled between celestial bodies, between the galaxies of your freckles. As hopscotch. As survival. Drinking showers of stars out of your dimples. For survival. I’ve lost myself in your wilderness. In your capacity for the extreme. I’ve made the small of your back my home. Traversing your realms, your climates, and when you take those deep breaths, those inhales like you’re just learning to breathe, I find shelter in your abdomen. I’ve lost myself since I pursued your lips, your love, your touch. I have made this home now. I have made this comfort and refuge.


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