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

returning,

sleeping,

and waking -

to you.