It welcomes you,
With regular thud,
Gentle blush,
From pump pump blood.

Frames your face,
More lovingly than a
cup of hands,
Leaves a memory of you, where it lands.

Accompanies you,
when the sun's shining South,
People fall in love,
With the moves of your mouth.

Feet that leave,
Gentle marks in sand,
Skin so supple,
To another ones hand.

Don't collapse each element
that you've matured so
wonderfully in,
This is your home,
And you should be at one with him.