Monday, October 4, 2010

home, maybe

Wake me
clean in your arms -
you're almost
like home to me.
The smell of your body
on my body
and the twitch
you make when
you're asleep
tell me I'm
here, not in
the darkness
of anyone else,
but, maybe -
home. The quiet
home when you
go walking alone
in the purple-grey
dusk, the tea-pot
gurgle-home of
and waking -
to you.

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