Free Verse # 117 (home)

All the poetry our hearts bled
we shall one day bring with us
as we travel to the forest deep,
red twigs and leaves
with which we would weave
our forever home,
a beating heart,
a warm, loving nest.


When your love stepped into me
my body fell like a morning breeze
drunk on the fragrance of your rising sun,
then it rose to blow eastward,
forever inhabiting the edge of your dawn.


No feeling I want more
than the feeling which is denied to me,
home, the touch of your hand…


This burning house,
let it fall over our heads,
exhale us into the sky.

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