I want to feel your skin
Crawling beneath my own
And the breaths you take
Dying over my lips,
While my hands pioneer across your flesh,
Caressing the bed of scars and puckered skin
Counting every mark with my thumb,
Kissing every constellation on your form.
I want to map your skin,
Create a canvas from your body
And know it as well as the night sky.
I want to claim your skin as my own,
A voyager on distant lands,
A conquering foreigner who takes what is mine,
A lone traveler across a plain of marks.
I want to know you,
Marks and scars and all.
I want to know you,
And all the beauty of your pain.
I want to map your skin,
Know it better than my own.