Home is where the heart is. <br /> <br />My home is upon your lips, <br />in your palms of your hands <br />on your skin, and in your heart. <br />My home is your every part. <br /> <br />I dress in the air your breathe, <br />and bathe in the waters <br />of your tongue. <br />I'd never wean from your love. <br /> <br />For then, I will be naked, <br />and my bones would weaken, <br />and hang from their hinges <br />and I will be unable to walk. <br /> <br />I would become like a sack <br />of stones resting on the ground. <br />I will always remain where found. <br />It is your love that makes me move. <br /> <br />It is your love that carries me. <br />It is your love that refreshes me. <br />It is your love that I call home. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-growing-home/
