I paint a picture on your back
it’s a map of the world
all the places we have seen and all the places we will go.
Trace the curve of your spine
down Route 66
to a diner in a desert
where we’re strangers to the world outside the door.
Making love under the stars,
near the small of your back,
in a red pick-up truck
leading to the world we’ve never known.
Let the sun set and rise,
near the nape of your neck,
let’s drive for miles and lose the time
and find our own way.
Let me hang on to the strength
of the promise on your shoulders
and the thought of sleeping with a suitcase
ready underneath the bed.
Take my hand
you have my heart
and my soul and my body
take me far away
and seal our world on the inside of a kiss.
Tell no soul,
tell my heart where we’re headed
run away with me and drive along the highways of desire.
In a red pick-up truck,
with just a suitcase and our love.
© Jillian Boyd, 2013