How long has it been
since you have come home
to something like this?
A body waiting
warm and wet
it’s sole desire
to take you in
a place to sink below the water for a minute
then float in intermission ..
It’s purpose to make you feel whole again after lying wrapped in legs and arms that wanted to understand. To erase the day and make a place of comfort for you to get lost in.
How long has it been since you didn’t push down that feeling of needing someone who knows what you don’t say just by looking at your weary face? Someone who wants to feel the depth of you and know the relief you create too?
How long has it been since you felt like a man? Long days that became nights that ended with you coming home to darkness and sometimes to a divide too great to be pushed back together again. To a place you wanted to be instead of one you felt you couldn’t leave?
Tell me, how long has it been since you have been felt, heard, loved, understood. But most importantly how long has it been since you felt you deserved these things?
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