Your kiss feels like home

He takes over all of my senses

Your kiss feels like home,
replacing the harsh haunting
of hollow hallways
with warm embraces.
A slow exhale of relief,
my heart finally able to breathe
life into something real,
a place where we could
hang our memories
on walls we'd build
together,
where every piece of us could heal.

Your lips, soft as rabbit’s fur,
gently weaving with mine,
unforced and familiar,
mirrored the effortless
tangling of our tongues
and unmistakable soul ties.
Parched and eager,
we absorbed each other,
tasting like a memory reprised,
a lingering recognition
of something quietly aching
just beneath our sighs.

The way you smell
unravels me.
A signal buried in my marrow
that wakes me up instantly.
The scent of your sheets,
the nape of your neck,
the breaths of raw ecstacy
all seep deep down inside of me.
Drinking you in is the fastest way
i come undone,
I find myself leaking,
drenched in want,
a scent that makes me
forget everything
but the memories.

The sound of it,
not fireworks, not thunder,
but the hum between heartbeats,
a silence so full
it almost speaks wonders.
The brush of your skin on mine,
a gentle reminder,
even hushed moments
speak louder than words
when you’re this close,
between touch and surrender.

Your bedroom eyes,
heavy with a gaze of
memory meeting skin.
You looked at every inch of me
as if cataloging what you lost,
and finding it again.
You were using your eyes to hold me
afraid time was moving in,
recapturing the slow, deep moments
we had left in this short tryst.
The flash of fervor
reflected the dim room
around us
as if trying to memorize our shadows
before they dissolve with a sudden gust.

Being in your arms again
felt like returning to a house
I no longer live in.
Every corner remembers me,
but time had grazed my chin,
fateful and fleeting,
leaving behind an ache of hope
softly split open.
Still,
some some part of me believes
you’ll leave the porch light on,
so that fortune might
guide us back
to each other again.