Amor, enamórame de nuevo, hazme vibrar, que tiemble con los primeros y últimos besos.
Que logre un orgasmo con sólo pensarte, que ansíe el siguiente encuentro.
Ama mi cuerpo, de mujer desvencijada. Cuarteada de humedad y de intemperie.
Lame mis arrugas de risa y amarguras.
Descifra las cicatrices de mi piel.
Haz un mapa en mis curvas, de montañas, pendientes y abismos, piérdete en mí para descubrirme de nuevo. Ponme un nombre. Conquístame, tállame, despoja el verde que aún me queda.
Despierta conmigo, desnúdate y deja que te ame hasta la raíz.
Pat Lezama 
Dear Pat,
I used to think that the map of life that I kept in my head, and in my heart, would last forever. Of course, it doesn’t, it changes as I change and as the world changes! Your poem challenges me to make a new map and become an explorer again! 🌹🤗💓🙋♂️
Dear Ashley:
Your reflection beautifully captures the essence of growth and change. Life indeed unfolds in ways we often don’t expect, and our inner maps must adjust accordingly. The idea of creating a new map and embracing the role of an explorer resonates deeply, it invites us to approach life with curiosity and courage, ready to discover new paths and possibilities.
If you’re inspired to embark on this journey of exploration, it might mean exploring new interests, perspectives, or even aspects of yourself that have evolved over time. Embracing change at a times is not easy, but being open, feeling in awe-inspiring nature to new experiences is rewarding in many ways. Lets keep exploring, and writing, and express! ⛰´