Home is where the heart is.
My home is upon your lips,
in your palms of your hands
on your skin, and in your heart.
My home is your every part.
I dress in the air your breathe,
and bathe in the waters
of your tongue.
I'd never wean from your love.
For then, I will be naked,
and my bones would weaken,
and hang from their hinges
and I will be unable to walk.
I would become like a sack
of stones resting on the ground.
I will always remain where found.
It is your love that makes me move.
It is your love that carries me.
It is your love that refreshes me.
It is your love that I call home.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
you really have a knack of poetry don't you? i love the way you articulate your feelings i dress in the air you breathe i love this line very apt for someone deeply in love: p but on a serious note.. lovely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you really have a knack of poetry don't you? i love the way you articulate your feelings i dress in the air you breathe i love this line very apt for someone deeply in love: p but on a serious note.. lovely