standing in the cool of
the summer night,
the grass, lush dampness beneath my naked feet.

i want to grow roots down into this place

the stars, stammer in the sky
bright chips and slivers of diamantine, on an inked cloth.

i want to **** my heart onto this place

to the west, the ridge of  mountains, nestle with chocolate ease into clouds
of clotted cream.

i want to hunger from my heart, to feed and comfort this place

the lights of the town below,
gleam like a clowder of feral cat's, their eyes watching.

i want to tame this place

to the east, the beaches tide and sand, the white breakers
glisten.

i want to dive and delve the depths of this place.

the air is scented with orange blossom and jasmine and fresh hope.

i want to breathe the breath
of this place.

behind me, a half renovated
teak farmhouse.
inside, my new lover resides

i want to make this place home.

i am going to make this place,
this man, my home.