I found home

I found home

in the crease

between your collar bone

and your jaw

a little piece of softness

within the smell of your skin:

acceptance

and security.

I found home where I felt comfort

in showing my weaknesses

and where I could finally lay my head

and rest.

I found home

in every inch of your skin

glowing honey under the sun rays

where my tears could illuminate a well of constellations

instead of breaking skys.

I found home

where I could run my fingertips

instead of running away,

leaving invisible pathways of affection.

I found home

in the presence of your soul

acting as a shield

towards my own.

And when I seem to forget my way home,

let me rest my head on your shoulder,

dig my nose in your neck.

Smell is a strong way to recall memories,

and your skin smells like home again.