I want to go on a road trip
Deep into the window of your soul.
I've already packed my bag
& I've brought snacks.
I want to be autistic
In the way that I feel.
Viewing everything the way
Your heart scribbles In cursive.
I am sure that I'll come across
One of, if not the cleanest
McDonald's I've ever been to.
No matter where you go, of all the exquisite
Places to visit.
There is always the familiarity of home.
Warm & close.
Where there is no intrusion.
To be honest.
I just want to snuggle up close to you
Even if it's for the day
Or just fifteen minutes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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