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My Home…

by Melissa Eaves about a year ago in love poems
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Where I am.

My Home…
Photo by Vladimir Fedotov on Unsplash

I lie in a bed

The comforter is goose down


Are we

As one

And separate

a permanent

Pondering of the others senses

Contentment is found

And cool are the pillows

Night air

An influx

And the space between

A rebound

I breathe the soul of another

My lungs expand

And my heart pounds

I can feel the death of sentiment

As I drive the last one home

Is revived

A verb

A demise

Of loneliness

An awakening

Of trust

I am the queen

Of this


A war of words

Is softened by the harsh rasp

Of a voice in loves tongue

A caress no longer concerns

As the height of soul crushed

My whole

And repairs.

love poems

About the author

Melissa Eaves

I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.

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