I want to go everywhere with you. With fingertips held just light enough to fall across your skin in some foreign place we'll sit and lay, and without all the push and pull I've become so accustomed to I'll be able to let my breathing slow. And then, as I will try to do at least once per night, I'll synchronize the rise and fall of my chest to your own.And with the morning lights arrival I'll squint and wonder if the day was real but I'll be content to hold my palms to a warm mug, and once that's gone I'll wind my hands around my legs and fold them together around my knees. I'll step on the carpeted floor of some hotel room thanking god that they're not four star.
