Pandora open up to me. Twirling your fingers through your hair in bed waiting. Tracking every line to map out the stars. Galaxy envelop me with this astral body lying before me. Painted a life in your eyes that blinked away with a tear. Rib-spreader open up with the cold prying metal fingers and show what you hold inside. Be the ringleader baby or be the lion; either way, I'll tame that body and make it mine. We won't soak our bodies in the bottle, only in each other, melding into one. Fireworks to fingertips. Body electric lush. Lost again around that sharp bend of the crest of your hips. Keep me awake repeatedly. The maps years later as I always remembered, beautifully reliable. New scars, yet the same love inside. Make a new start past dead man's curve. The only reason causing the dead end being logistics. The unions have resolved their squabbles, so let's build a new bridge into the woods. With battered hands forge a new path. May i keep you not just under the covers? The world map full of entropy. See it now before it crumbles. Dredge me along the ocean floor, be in the deep along with me. Discover the world, discover the body. I'm no cartographer, nor a deviant. For you I'm just the median. What you need but not much more. Only enough to write another page. Pulse fast or slow, it cannot decide.