He wanted to meander through the highways
of her silky skin,
over the bumpy terrain that led to her womanhood.
He wanted to stay awhile.
When he crossed oceans,
he wanted her near him,
standing by,
while he brought down the sun for her.
He wanted to make the moon rise,
in her honor.
She couldn’t decide whether he could
deliver her a passport
to the places she wanted to go.
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