You're turning into home
No, I'm not talking about some metaphor
of windows or door and souls

The way your laughter sends a warm missile inside of me
that explodes in the pit of my stomach
and spreads all over my body like a plague

The scent of you is clean and bright
A breath of fresh air

When our cells touch
I can feel them quickly mold with yours into one

Connecting with you felt like home,
loving and welcoming