Roses for Him

those grey clouds

I gazed at him as if he was the night sky, that was of course

above us, but who could stare at something

as bland as a sky when someone such as wonderful as he lay

next to you?

It was simply something I could never

comprehend. But it was that split second,

when his fingers stroked

over my thumb as he laughed whole heartedly

up at the grey clouds, I decided;

this was home.