You know, I’ve never felt at home. Not really.
That sense of happy, and safe, and warm.
That feeling of wanted, comforted, close.
I would tap my heels three times, saying, sighing,
‘I want to go home’
to the shadows, stars, and moonlight,
but no one ever heard me.
Not really.
Not until you, and that kiss, and those lips.
I guess that’s what kissing you feels like.
Finding home for the first time.
- jsh