By night, the map of your body
is like the warmth of sunlight on my hands.
I swear
I could,
with dancing fingertips
trace your outline continuously
Until insanity
came for me.
By night, the map of your body
is like the warmth of sunlight on my hands.
I swear
I could,
with dancing fingertips
trace your outline continuously
Until insanity
came for me.