you didnt comment on my house as you walked in
i was so afraid you would say something about who i am
in comparison to the home i grew up in
you worked 12 hours
drove 2 to see me
and still went with me to take my dog on a walk
you lifted me up
and slid yourself into me
a whisper of praise in harmony with my sharp exhale as you filled me
and you held my hands as you fulfilled our pent up desires
you barely moved in your sleep
content with holding me close to you
we woke up twice in the morning
into slow, sleepy intimacy
and falling back to sleep
with your arms still wrapped around me
we laid in bed into the afternoon
i paid for lunch
i dont mind if its for you
even if you feel guilty when i do
you fell asleep again
wrapped around me
and i have never felt so safe in my own home
you held my hand throughout my own house
as you got ready to drive back home
i almost forgot my present for you
given only because you said it made you happy when i first showed you, proud of the art i had learned to create
you kissed me in my driveway when i ran to you
afraid i had already missed you
and you told me you loved it
and you would see me soon
and right there in that moment
i felt my heart break free from my ribcage
you might not know it
but you drove home that evening with two gifts in the front seat of your truck
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
