Where does love rest… upon Aphrodite’s breasts I would imagine and what man could ask for more? The Home… Please; the place where I belong, more than a house though I never had one of my own really; a drink poured by my love, a place, a heart, for me.
The place
Home
But create
What I’ve never known
Somewhere
I’ve never gone
Don’t be scared
It’s where we both belong
The time
To find home
Where I’ll find
I’m not alone
What minute, hour, someday
Will I lay?
Your heart you gave
And love is made
The purpose
A heart is home
God’s service
Love is sown
Not roofs and walls
Blankets and sheets
I want it all
Just you and me
The blood
Wasn’t my home
I wasn’t enough
From it thrown
But my own family
Maybe
Could be
Lie with me
The love
Makes a house a home
You and I one
If this were known
Somewhere, anywhere
Our heats unite
Do you dare?
With me to lie
For what is home
But a place to be
This man fully grown
A girl with me
Where I am known
Finally
Home… Please
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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