Landmarks

Your birthmark and blemishes

The small of your back

Is my country

They are landmarks

That is where I live

I remember cause your face was flush

When we started with a kiss to a touch,

Ensuing a voyage to your entry point.

Crossing boundaries and borders

My fingertips

venturing the coastline of your hips.

Sailing the contour of your lips,

Navigating every mile and every inch, sinking under the waves of your hair.

Losing my ship in its maiden voyage.

Washed ashore in the east

With your legs wrapped around me,

Coiling like a serpent.

Consciousness struck me by the bucking of your hips.

You made me the congress of your states.

As I claimed all your land for every speech that I made,

You tilt your head back,

reaching peak,

Letting out a silent whimper.

The mountains rose over atmospheres,

When you're breathing in your oxygen.

Retiring and retreating in haze,

Eyes cant see through overcast,

From where the fog came

Hence, I know,

the landmarks

From the country I came.

The small of your back.