Saturday, 18 May 2019

Home


Home is where we are
together home is your
sunny laughter

I know I'm home when you
speak to me with
your eyes into mine
– your eyes so fleeting
with others –

I miss home when you call
and your voice rings
like waves of
sleeplessness

Home is why we are
together home is our
sundog slumber

I want to stay home when
you hug me so hard you
push the stars right
into my hair and
cry meteors

I feel home when
everything down to
the spoon on the counter
spells your presence

Home is when we are
anywhere home is a
deepsun silence
 

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