wanderlust.

small

he held my hand as if he was holding

the doorknob to

space

I would close my eyes as he laughed

and

I would think about how his smiling mouth

looked like a moon flipped upside

down.

he was a universe

I looked at him and

wanted to uncover his crests

his curves and

his flaws

and I dived into him

I dug deeper

and deeper

I tasted every bit of taste

I touched every texture

I felt every crack

He said I was his world,

how much can a world mean to a universe?

He

was

too

goddamn

big

for

a

girl

as

small

as

me.