Continental Drift

I want to taste the
history on your skin.
Reveal the
entrails that form the parts
of an antique heart.
Childhood shoulder freckles
dot the i's of
everything I've ever sought to
understand.
I would follow the
trace as if Columbus sailed
with the intent of
discovering something
others
had conquered before.
I am unafraid
of untamed lands,
the rockiest of shores
that
mark the exterior of a
continent I have
only dreamed of calling
home.