A Treatise on Not Being Alone

I draw a line from one scar to another
Until you are revealed in map-form
And play the role of amateur cartographer
To find all your valleys lead to gorgeous peaks
The lows of empty highball glasses
And the empty highs of chasing a low
And, like a freight train, I make passes
With my heart overflowing until it leaks
My spine melts in your warm compliance
Unable to stand while I calculate the math
Only to find our love rests in the realm of science
So I have to get you off my chest
If I were to carve your figure into a stained glass window
The colors would be jagged and cut
And without the sun your form would not show
Unless I lean in close and reveal your figure with my breath
So, I patrol your terrain with an explorer's eye
Eager to plant flags, leave a mark
Make some scars, cut sections out, until I
Find myself in your heart's lone plain
And it's not that I could be unfaithful
I have the same emotions you do
I feel the same fear of feeling grateful
To have a new chance to cause myself pain
I trace the lines across your stretched skin
Trying to find the source of the past
But the past is the future and the present gets us there again
And more scars are all we promise each other
By dividing our cells to make two from one
Intersecting the fibers to weave this fabric
To print the map of our scars to come
And smile through the fear as we say "My lover"