Oct
27
Home is a satisfaction of soul
For which I have always searched
Off in the near-distant future
Its shapeless undefined reality unbeheld
But now
At the center of my existence
I have found a place where I can go
That I do not wish away
Those quiet moments that we spend
Your cheek resting softly on my chest
With your hair splayed across my belly
Expressing its own satisfaction
- Its realized purpose
- Its home
Your eyes look softly at mine
And your mouth turns upward in your
Ever-present smile, which sings
My hands were made
For the contours of your back
As I hear your soft sigh
And my fingertips find the slope of your spine
Here there is no other-where
Here there is only home
