where there is no map
save whats in the palm of your hands
where there has never been a before
when all of past is forgottten
when you are lost to what you thought
when you are lost in her
when her landscape is so hallowed that
you're dwarfed to explore it
minisculed in awe
touch
takes you to
where bliss is born
leaving yourself for her
and being returned
a hundredfold
at the place where lips know innocence
where there's no craft to the kiss
where fingers creep from heartstrings
where they are humbled and
know their hunger
where their hunger is received
and the ƒield of plenty spreads out in all directions