You are my globe.
I forget you sometimes.
But when I remember,
I tickle you across each continent.
Until they shift.
And make waves against your skin.
The sun shines hot on your tanning bodies.
But I cool you down.
I use you.
And you take that the wrong way.
Then I forget you again.
Till dust covers your surface.
I give you a once over.
And start again.
