Your body is a foreign place...
I have to be honest
You never felt like home to me.
Home is the bittersweet smell of fresh pastures
Wind dancing and chimes ringing
And the crackle of a backyard firepit
Endless fields of wildflowers
And hay bails well over my head.
No, you were never a home
Your body is more a foreign place
Something to behold
Exotic and intoxicating
Loving you was a vacation from the mundane
And a realization
That I too
Could dwell in paradise
More poetry to come - often in small quips and illustrated with drawings. More available on IG as @handwrittenreveries.
That was quite the quip. "Loving you was a vacation from the mundane" It doesn't get better than that. Thank you for sharing. If you want, please check out my work and let me know your thoughts. @mylittleblurbs
will do! thank you @mylittleblurbs :)
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