Tourist Season

If I were to peel back my skin--
the outer levels that protect me
the bones that I am sure would be crushed
if you ever went away
If I were to uncover the muscles--
that ache for you to be near me
we could overlook the bounce in my step
dive deep into the pit of my stomach
free the butterflies tamed only by your touch
If I were disected--
what would be left?
What lingers beneath the curves of my being
my tired muscles
the framework that supports me
Two things:
My heart
My soul
I want you to be a part of both.
If I could I would
peel back my skin
the skin that tingles for you in anticipation
I would let you inside of me
let you explore
I would let you in my head
where I would hold your hand
and be your guide
I would show you all of my spots from the inside out
the spots that would be our secret
just for you and me
We would sit and have coffee
in the cafe that is my throat
I would show you the lump that resides there
the one who comes out when you are away
We could visit the museum of memories
I would show you pictures
tell you stories
I would snuggle up next to you
and look into your eyes
I would tell you how the best memories aren't yet on display
You would tilt your head and out would come a simple
Why?
I would smile and call you silly
"the best memories aren't on display yet"
I would explain
"because they are waiting to be made with you"
At that you would smile
I would take your hand and lead you
to the river of my hopes and dreams
we would sit on the bank of goals
sticking our feet in the cool refreshing water
later picnic on the shore
wearily resting on a blanket of serenity
an emergency stop to put out a fire
flames of insecurity
smoke would billow from the extinguished sight--
for you would have rescued me
held me tight and reminded me that there is no need for that
(I am good enough, right?)
We would pick up the pace for fear of rekindling the doubtful flame
We turn back and head for home
what a long day it has been
I stop and pick a handful daisies for you
snapdragons for me
Again you smile
I like that
One final stop
we curl up on the kingsize bed
that is my heart
laying in my arms you fall asleep
a glimmer of a smile still lingers
on your sleepy face
I hold you tight and think
how I never want you to leave
You wear the sheets of my king size heart well
they look good on you
and I hope they always bring your comfort
Waking well rested and equally in love
A new day, a new tour, I grab your hand--
What new experience awaits us?