The Reluctant Archeologist

I could not excavate the ruins of you

Even if I had always searched for what was once lost

Or hidden by time.

Forgetting is the memory

Burying itself deeply

Between layers of notions

Into nothingness.

And yet at times I’d still explore your body with my lips

Carving soft kisses into your thighs

And seeking rumors of far away places

In your distant eyes.

You remind me of a place where people say they have visited

But no one has ever really been.

Uncharted touches mark your skin.

And a map can be found only

Between the beats of your heart.