Travel By Body

I could draw the whole world on your body
with my tongue and my teeth
and there just might be enough room for every country.
Islands for fingers and toes,
arms spread East to West — Europe spans your shoulder blades.
We then dip down to African nations,
oh god! You’re straddling the Indian ocean!
Belly button is the motherland,
but your chest would be America — North,
and then down South to where it’s warm and jungle-like.
Together we would make up our own state,
the language would be called “whisper”
and the only law, Love thy Lover.

Comme un bébé

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