Home is wherever you are.
Home is where carnations sit in a vase on the table,
Their colors fading from their petals,
Needing to be fed.
Home is where birds chirp in the trees,
Look in the window, gossip.
Who are they to judge what happens within these walls?
Home is where your lips meet mine,
Where your tongue fondles my teeth
And your teeth sink into my lip.
Home is where our hands meet when we leave and when we return,
Where you whisper into my ear and hold me close,
Where the combined energy of our love keeps us warm as we drift into slumber.
We are so happy to be at home with each other.
I am so happy to be at home with you.
YOU ARE READING
Aphrodite
Poetry"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard: the holy or the broken, 'Hallelujah.'"- Leonard Cohen The poems in this series center on two characters: I, the speaker, and You, the speaker's subject. I is not a specific...
