Coming home

your embrace solid and warm
your lips find mine again
our fingers intertwined

you are like coming home
to a smell familiar
a taste I know

a village I grew up in
a door whose dents I made
the sound of the train when I fall asleep
the creak of the bottom step

you are like coming home
love, but more than love
belonging

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