as I make my way up the stairs
he plants his body in front of me
as a greeting
wanting to wrap arms around me
to see me safely home
to greet me from my roam
as I divest the armament
of a blistering painful day
his touch soothes the fire
whispering enlightenment
hands softly stroking skin
bleeding away the ire
Greeted as a conquering Queen
treated with gentle words
soothed with a scorching touch
bathed in lulling herbs
of richly scented water
drawn in a bath so warm
floating under heavenly scents
and basking, undisturbed
in a world of total chaos
reminiscent of wars we fought
and lost
Every day is a do over
a clean slate
no ones the boss
I'm just the lucky one
returning home
after braving a world gone mad
Just one little lady
loved by her Man
enough to appreciate her experiences
to greet her every day
at the door
to make her glad
she's coming home