I do not expect it to last
forever
this aching, burning desire.
But what if it does?
What if you are the sanctuary
my heart has been yearning for
all this time?
The pull between us,
hungry and undeniable
like a vampire
compelled
to a witch.
I do not expect us
to build a home.
But what if we do?
Somewhere warm and mismatched
a little cottage core,
a touch of art deco,
sunlight across old wood floors
plants growing
wherever they please.
A place where you can rest your head
against my chest
and listen
to the blood moving
through my quiet veins.
Where your touch
sends warmth
rushing to the surface
of my skin.
And for a moment
the world is still.
A place where we care for each other,
keep each other safe.
Two wandering souls
finally claimed.