Coming Home

There’s no place like home
So with a flick of my heels
My ruby reds kiss
And I’m back

A soft embrace
Comfort in the ordinary
Like stepping into sheepskin slippers
The old familiar curve

Of a land I’ve walked over
A lake I’ve swam through
A depth I discovered
After searching a lifetime

I slip inside and up close
I breathe you in
And rest my lips
Shoulder to shoulder

And I sink and drift
Held and warm
Home and safe
Loving and loved

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