You take my hand and I take yours, a burning sensation hangs around us
I’m a stranger to this journey but I walk it just for you,
I might have come here before but the road beneath me had vanished
This time you’ve given me a map, I pray the wind does not carry it away
I hope it does not let us wander far down the road, farther than one another.

Your bare skin soon begins to rest against my own
I dream of tracing cities on...