dynamic [poetry]

062916 - moving in

I always believed comfort was in a plush bed surrounded by down until you held me in your arms that night.
And I inhaled your sweet scent and our breaths mixed; I felt your chest rise and fall like the gentle waves of the ocean nextdoor.
You stroked my hair and we giggled all night, drifting in and out of precious sleep.
Your soft brown eyes reminded me of cocoa; just as warm, just as sweet.
Your body heat covered me like a woolen blanket on the coldest of days.
And the curves of your face were sharp and dangerous but just as enticing as any art on a wall.

It was then that I realized that home isn't just four walls and a bed,
Home is two eyes and a heartbeat.