a/n: written around 02/2010 for a boy who meant much more to me then than he should have
Just between you and me
I think I'd like a map
Tattooed across my shoulders
Like the unique palm prints of your hands
Imprinted on my heart.
I think I'd like a map because
On a map, the distance between us
Is only a couple of inches.
On a globe, I could see you from here
Peeking over my shoulders, across my back
Permanent like Atlas's weight of the world,
Beautiful as an old compass rose
Blooming in the empty space
Between here and there.
Just between you and me,
I think I'd like a map tattooed across my shoulders
To remind me that everything only feels so heavy
Because I am just Atlas
Carrying the weight of our world on my shoulders,
Stretched taught like canvas but rough like pavement,
Perpetually held not miles nor days but