Cartography

Close your eyes
Stick a pin in a map of the world
That is where we will meet
On the day that has been determined
To be statistically most beautiful

If it's in the middle of the sea
We'll charter boats
Arrange who boards whom
And let the other vessel go
Vowing to swim back alone if things go afoul

Bring ice cream
And the styrofoamy cones
They melt on your tongue in just the right way

I'll bring a map
And a pin
So we can pick
And pick again
These places we've yet to see

I will tattoo each of them on my ribs
A list of where you've marked me
Indelibly
In places no one knows
I will lift my shirt
Let you trace the letters
Feel the impermanent permanence
That is ink become flesh
And know that while technically impossible
I've made you a part of me