Every bump,
Every bruise,
Every freckle
I want to memorize
Everything that
Contributes to the
Topography of your skin
Breathe you in
Sleepy and soft-smiled
At three in the morning
I want you to understand
The strength in your smile,
The gentleness in your hands,
The sweetness in your heartbeat
I want to draw the pathways to your arms on a map
So I know where home is.
If I could spend my life learning the language of you,
I would.
About the Creator
Rachel Dow
Learning from life experiences and documenting them along the way. Poetry and connection with others makes my heart sing. All proceeds/gifts that you donate are going towards a mission trip to the Dominican Republic.
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