When we touch I'm afraid
afraid that your skyline won't meet with my landscape
that my mountaintops can't reach your clouds.
I can have you kiss my neck again and again
But I hope you do with closed eyes.
I'm afraid that if you explore my savannah skin
just behind the thicket
you'll find my scars
double back
it's too dangerous here.
Fear keeps me from your New World.
Again you're here
And again I take a deep breath and dive
Wide-eyed like I'm mapping trenches
But I'm just waiting for my lungs to give.
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