Being in your arms is the most at home I’ve felt in a while.
There is something about your warmth,
your touch, your skin.
A body manifest into a shelter.
Strong. Protecting. Comforting.
I wander in and out of houses,
never settling in.
Tired of trying to create homes out of insufficient vessels.
So many bodies that never mattered
because they weren’t
your’s.
I’m homesick.
I wanna go home.
Where the four walls, come together
and wraps it’s arms around me.
I miss home.
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