HOME

Home is where the heart is. Home is where your walls come down. Home is warmth and safety. Home is what we run for as soon as the day ends.

Home is the smell of your skin and the silk heat snuggled up next to me in the dark. Home are those quiet noises you make in your sleep-those cuddle sounds that soothe me like a lullaby past bad dreams and battle scars.

Home is the base of who I am. Home is honesty, not a place to hide but a place to see. Home is discovery at any cost of my own core, the motivation that makes my heart beat. Home is God and I in a deep conversation with my spirit.

Home is always with me. Home marks me so strongly that I can close my eyes and be instantly there. Home is the smell of cookies and lotion and aftershave. Home is the sound of laughter and the deep color of blue eyes.

Home is the street I grew up on. Home is the odor of the gymnasium mixing with the echo of cheers. Home is the bench where I counted my change to buy candy. Home is our childhood laughter ringing in the alleys.  Home is the sound of a train echo at night with wood smoke in the air.

Home is the orange of hunting season. Home is the crisp frozen oxygen of a below zero morning. Home is the soft breeze of a summer night. Home is the mountains at any temperature calling out to the atoms that form my body.

Home is sometimes slower to catch up. Home is always on time.

This is home.