I looked at him as if he were a mountain, and I was overwhelmed with wanderlust.

My eyes began their ascent, feet to legs, legs to hips— and there they stopped to take a dip To marvel at his wonders.

Reluctantly I continued my travels due north, Until I met lush lips that called out to my traitorous own.

But I couldn’t stop there, heavens no— I wouldn’t stop there, so up I go.

I reach my destination— The most brilliant shade of green Crashing into my blue, Surely as the land meets the sea.

On the summit of my soul, I dare a glance beyond, around, And sadly I realize— What goes up must come down.