Home is late night giggles,
Cuddling that,
Leads to,
Fucking,
To,
Sleeping next to strength holding on tight.
Home is where you dwell,
Not a space,
A box,
To throw your dirty socks in for the night.
What is a home without love,
And,
Warmth,
And,
Bodies keeping bodies close?
My home is wrapped up in blankets and pillows,
Cats sleeping between blanketed cracks,
Toes curled up,
Hiding from winter's air peeking through basement doors,
Its kissing him on the cheek while he sleeps,
Petting his beard gently,
Smiling at a sleeping body before the day begins.
Home is who you're with,
Not where you are.
(Originally written 11/28/2011)
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