Your arms are the most beautiful of homecomings.

She offered me her heart with trembling hands, I took it and held it tightly
With a steady grasp and the most honest of intentions
I sewed it carefully
Into the depths of my chest cavity
In the hole that was empty
Where I'd offered my heart anxiously
To the same woman
That had presented me
With hers, just moments before.

Trying to capture and articulate
To produce ink on a page
Where
chemical solutions form words
That burn inside our mouths

There's not a doubt in my mind that she has my heart
I see it
Every time I look into her eyes.

I'm learning how to find the stars in my own eyes.

I miss the way my name slipped through your lips the way water slips through finger tips

I want to feel
my legs shake,
as you create an
earth quake
inside of me
that'll leave me quivering
for days.