Your arms feel like home.
After madness, and before sunrise
Your arms feel like home.
From the ample hours of laziness
to the hurried minutes of passion
Your arms feel like home.
In between fighting for the cake,
and having it off you
Your arms feel like home.
Moments of puzzles rebel in the warm comfort
as I lay in your arms
Your arms feel like home.
So stalking you does pay off. "Well done, my boy" he said to himself, trying and failing to pat his own back because he hasn't been to the gym in two months and has lost all flexibility.
ReplyDeleteYou are breathtakingly good at poetry. Every line comes a little surprise.