Welcome Home
I have dived into your eyes
and bitten lips.
While you crossed your arms
in the middle of decisions,
glancing, weighing, wondering,
all I heard was:
put this here,
take that there.
Brief smiles.
Small inhales.
Busy bees buzz.
Birds stitch the air
with harmonious song.
Who are you?
the spirit whispers.
What if?
How could we?
Am I there?
Damn—
this feels good
all the way down
to the place where blood is fed oxygen
and the body makes itself new.
I guess I’ll find out.
There is nothing in the way—
not our way,
not my way,
not today.
If you jump,
I will catch you.
Jump and see.
I may hurt you someday.
You may hurt me too.
But when the wounds come,
my arms will close
not just to guard them,
but to heal.
And I will have two more
for holding you,
and two others
pointing us toward the stars.
Past, Present, and Future
will share a meal.
Love will be cooking,
serving us all.
Welcome home.
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