Her kiss better than the vinyl that covers
The boards outside. There's no better feeling
Then waking up being home.
Inside of a bed that craves you just as much
As you crave it.
No matter how hard the wind blows
I know that I am safe.
The creak of her laugh, the wooden floors
Dressed in carpet down the hall.
When I am away, the thought of going home
Is constant.
The thought of a warm shower & a hot meal
Served from the plate of her lips.
The scrape of knife & fork coming together
To fill the gap of silence with my best friend,
My safe place, my home.
There's no better feeling than waking up
Inside of you than to roll myself up in the sheets
Of your heart & know that everything is alright
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem