H-O-M-E

H-O-M-E

By Rose Bence

Your arms are the arms of the letter “H” as you wrap tightly about my waist, kissing my ear as I say “O.” Together we are two bumps in a bed piled high in warmth, sheets, safety, and then there’s you. Like coffee in the morning, your eyes sink into mine, asking me if I’m alright and I answer “M.” There we lay, legs wrapped in legs, face to chest as you become the personal heater every girl needs in winter. Heat seeping in like a blush when you say I’m yours and then you ask for more with a darkening of your eyes that leave me gasping, questioning with “E.” Evermore.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. hannahtk says:

    That’s gorgeous, sensuous poetry! Thanks for stopping by.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Esha Jaiswal says:

    I really like the imagery. And also, how it builds on to make HOME.
    Beautifully written.
    Also, thank you for your like on ‘In Change’

    Liked by 1 person

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