cartography

you run your fingers
along my spine
like a book
reading my goosebumps
like Braille

studying my body
like a cartographer
mapping my
hills and valleys
mountain tops and
wetlands

counting my orgasms
like a mathematician
as if they were
sheep
jumping a wooden
fence

 

March 1, 2015

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