Whiskey swam in my stomach and cigarette smoke filled my wretched lungs. But, oh, I wanted to just breathe the scent of your skin and feel you break your way into my soul so their was no longer just me and no longer just you. So when you claimed my veins as your swimming pool and declared my beating heart as your bed, I knew you had found home in me. And I don't deserve to be called your home, but I let you in effortlessly.

                                          {Cheya Wolfe}