Oh You Know...

To stop floating,

waiting,

hoping;

an inconvenience

two parallel lines

encased in plastic

met with frustration,

not a celebration

my entrance to life a quick annoyance

the walls of our home

seethed with subtle rage

and I tried to be quiet,

to shrink,

to blend in with the paint

I fear the anger,

the pain

bled from them into my veins

my skin boiling hot

as I try to keep it all contained

your homefire keeps burning within me

I'm overheated

my insides turning to

in my underwear

by the window,

watching the sun kiss

the world goodnight,

picking at my scabs

from past hauntings,

while the future

tangles twisted thoughts

into my hair's knots.

We spend the afternoon

warming our skin

beneath the sun,

sharing dandelion kisses.

I steal glances into

his amber eyes,

which melt my

misanthrope disguise.

The romantic birthed

deep into my bones

attaches him to all

the metaphors I write

with ink as black

as his morning coffee.

My heart unlocks the door,

the creak it emits

rings to guide him close

to tuck him away

in the sunflowers

of my soul.

I feel his bright glow

as I whisper,

"you are home."

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