Home is where the water runs

I stand, mere inches from you, like flowers of the same bed

The cold surface below unearthed by the warmth that joins us

My eyes wash away the iron shield you’ve donned to shun the world

And see into you

With care and caution

To not puncture a root

As they make

their

way

through

Line by line, crease by crease

I embrace the delicate history of your face

My thumbs etching their memory slightly in too

You pull closer and remind me

That your space is muddy

But still soft enough

for us and

our deepest vulnerabilities

We mold into this moment

Bend time to our whimsy

You forfeit your composure

To let my wounds meet your petals

I can see the reflection of my thorns in your face

They don't scare you away

I feel the sweetness of the world in your palms

You don’t say a word to me

But your silence sings songs

The shower tap turns off

We step out of our garden and back onto the stone

But I do not forget that for a brief moment

You and I were home