Home is to sleep
Next to the milk of your bones
My soul is quietened; I am no longer alone

Sheltering in the shadow of your embrace
My fingers trace
The graceful curve of your hips
And my tongue your lips

Take me in your hands and wash me
In the juice of our love
For I know you understand
Time stretches us out
Pale and uncertain

Bathing us in a pool of memory
To cleanse the stain of yesterday’s tomorrow
And all that became hollow