The Life Within

The Life Within

My home is in your liquid, oil eyes

That peer into my soul.

Seeping down, resting in the essence

Of the cavernous heart.

My home is where your lips

Can reach to consume me with kisses.

No words exchanged,

The Breath of Life.

I am home where sirens

Sing me to sleep.

Lofty notes lifted

So lightly to dreams.

A weighted perfumation,

Dreams of toil and strife.

Sifted and sorted from the sand of mind

Drifted by the wind.

I am home where a friend’s hand

Is easy to grasp.

Where laughter and jokes are the elixirs

To eternity.

My home is where glorious gluttony reigns,

Saucy plates of slurping pasta.

Teeming table chorused

With the clinks and murmurs of conversation.

My home is not a cage.

My home is not immobile.

My home is the humans, not the walls.

My home is the life within.