I, island

yes, you've kissed many strangers,
and me, well,
i've bitten the necks of many passers by

honey, we seem so much alike
but maybe we shouldn't sleep together
tonight
we have too much time
on our hands
we're two different lands
two islands

You
wear your map
on the skin of your hands
while i,
i am a no man's land

A secret hiding place
for buried memories,
reminding me
of how good it can feel
to keep still
and be discovered