There are bustling cities
in your kaleidoscope eyes,
and I’ve been waiting for an adventure.
Let me explore them.

There are stories etched
into your porcelain skin,
and I’ve been yearning to get lost in one.
Let me read them.

There are words wedged
between your peanut butter lips
that I’ve been dying to hear you say.
Let me taste them.

The future is flowing
through the lines on your hands,
and I’ve always been superstitious.
Let me feel them.

There are fires burning
in your minefield mind,
and I’ve always loved the heat.
Let me smell the smoke.