I want to wander the world with you,
even if we never share the same bed again
(although I will miss being tucked
into you—your arm around my waist).

I want to section my heart like a satsuma
so you can see the galaxies it creates
and contains for you. There is still magic
in your blood and bones; I can taste
it in the air—even when you're miles from me.

Don't leave, you have a home in the palms
of my hands, and I have already nestled
into your muscles and found shelter there.