Roads & Routes

Your veins are like the roads and routes on a map,
Twisting and bending into different directions.
They go from the northern hemisphere to the southern hemisphere,
They twirl and dance and circulate the beating mass,
That takes up your chest cavity.
I want to take a road trip down your spine and across your chest,
A bike ride down to your toes and over your heels.
I want to get lost with a wrong turn and end up in your eternity.
I want to ride along your veins,
And wind up back at your heart,
Where home is,
And where my roads and routes intersect yours.

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