ten years
He had carried me
precious in his heart
And on his ring finger
four years later
he holds me down
when I jump without looking
And I push him forward
when his steps are weighed by doubt
This love
in its many incarnations
builds my home
What's in a home?
Is it just walls and window panes?
A stone's throw away from shattering
A tipped candle away from burning
Is the home in a quiet garden
Or the boisterous clashing of dishes and pots
Because when he holds me
Flames are lit and I don't burn
No stone thrown shatters me
He quietly kisses the ring on my finger
...he thinks I'm asleep
Even in a morning haze I know,
My home is where his heart is
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