Gently, possessively, he maps the landscape of my body,
the hills and dells of the island of me,
in a space that could only be his.
Now, I am no man's colony, I
consider myself daily
and find myself headstrong and free.
But tonight I desire to be possessed
and with a kiss, ownership is sealed.
 .
If I am to be mapped land
I would like to be
the Here be Dragons of your globe;
the wild grass at the centre of our housing estate,
where the swings used to be;
the Tallaght of burnt out cars;
the uncharted madlands behind shopping centres;
the place at the back of my school where girls smoked furtively,
writing in the air their refusal to be tamed
with every defiant, smoldering smoke ring...
 .
Places change people.
He is a different creature
in this narrow creaking bed
to that daytime cartographer,
brows knitted,
vertical,
dressed.
Gently, possessively, he maps the landscape of my body,
and I will leave my mark on him
as he writes his placenames upon me.