It’s like poetry–
the way you move me
like water, like fluid
the membrane of a cell
the tiny pieces that make me

You’re like energy–
the way your sparks flow
flooding into my veins
body shaking, electric

I’m like misery–
when we’re apart
dead leaves in an
endless forest
trampled and alone
under forgotten footsteps

We’re like perfection–
tangled together between cotton sheets
stained with tiny beads of sweat
and heavy breathing

And I’m Home