Home

Home is hamburger frying

Freshly cut lettuce tomatoe

And an onion

A small indulgence on a monthly sly

Home is bathwater running

And candles on the mantle

Rose petals in the water

With soft music playing

Home is lavender oil

And a classic black dress

A g-string that sits just right

Only known by me

A set of suede boots

And a banging strap

of a walk

right into the night, fearlessly

Home is a babydoll top

That hangs to mid thigh

Home is burgandy

And whine

Whimsy and romance

A piece of twine

Hair just right

and eyeliner to thick

Home is fresh dill

And sacred nights

A wild moment

Abandonment to kisses

Sheer curtains

And moonlight

Thunderstorms and rain

Drenched

As bare feet patter

Across a wooden floor

To apply the fresh towel

to damp skin

The smell of soap

And eyes

In shades of blue

The glam of structure

And a mind.