Seeking Home

Clocks have been coaxed
back and forth, storms
have come and gone,
and you went away without a word
but finally returned to me.
Quietly I sit in the chair
and watch you asleep in our bed;
the silver hairs on your chest
mirrored in the moonlight.
I do not wish to disturb you,
but for my own sanity,
I must slip between you
and the sheets
and curl my nude body against yours.
Should my fragrance startle
you, I will apologize
with kisses. For now, fortify
me with your arms and let your
sentries guard my spine
as I make your chest my home.
Do not stir at the rise of my rosy
blooms against your skin,
or the feel of my belly
flat against yours.
Sleep now, my love, and dream.
But come daybreak,
my hips will not be patient,
my hands will not be stilled,
and my legs will not be shy
as they open to you
like the garden glories
in the morning sun.