i'll keep silent if you stay.

i'll mark my words with yours,

and seal my lips with pearls.

i'll drench myself in patterns

that change each time,

tasting sweet, and then sometimes

bitter- (like a wine)

it's different?

-new--,

than it was before.

and i travel trails with my fingers:

navigating craters and hills i travel now with palms.

my palms grope territories that seem so familiar,

sentimental.

cherished.