I want to know your secret map
More immense than a shooting star
Follow stardust trails
From earlobe to tippy toe.
I want to know what it feels like to dance
Your skin so rouge my undone touch
Landing with a handful of
Deepened grasping of a secret scent.
I want to know where to fit you in
An eager route I’m turning up
Galaxy of your rising sun
Lost and eyes wide open.