slip

skin becomes a map to the initiated
of places travelled and yet to be visited
on your body I pull up a pen and write
X marks the place I last left treasure
small little kisses spaced like footprints
to follow through the hollow bits of neck and hip
crawling soft with intense intention
looking for the lost connections of mind and body
I slip down.....
eyes appraise the drifting changes
we are laced from one experience to another
and I pull on yours to tether my own
hush this heart, or let it sing out
to follow through the shallow and unknown time to come
journeys are meant to be taken

to find the soul we must find the mirror in the other
I slip down....