Lost my Passport

You’ve stamped your footprint
across the booklet of my heart,
and I anticipate when the time comes
to renew.

There she goes—my favorite place to go,
vacation or not,
downtown or scenic route,
whether I sleep on my side or my back.

I love, love, love what you mean to me
and the way you bring me to life,
capturing my picture with the snap
of your eyes.

How chivalrous the wind
my nose lost in the crook of your neck,
somewhere down south,
between the nape of your thighs.

Everywhere I go,
I anticipate when the time comes
to renew.

I love, love, love what you mean to me
and the way you bring me to life.