Homestead Eyes

You won’t know until you go,

you won’t know until you go,

you won’t know until you go.

Homestead eyes,

a curious smile

Sailor’s touch,

No sign of a crutch.

Pulses thready,

almost hot, almost heavy.

A near miss,

turned copacetic kiss.

I didn’t know I could surrender like this.

Is this what they mean, when they say,

“I didn’t know it could feel like this?”

Hardworking.

Rustic ease,

a gentle motion,

this is feeling the fear,

without blowing it out of proportion.

Flying, sighing,

Curled up in your corner,

With you, something tells me I won’t have to look over my shoulder.

A lotus intact,

only seconds, inches from warmer.

Soft lips,

and tepid hands,

slip of the tongue,

I couldn’t withstand.

Safe.

Forehead kisses

and butterfly wishes,

please,

don’t be another one

of my near misses.

Kind.

Panting, chanting,

I remind myself,

there’s no more “can’t-ing”

You could take care of me.

Homestead eyes,

a curious smile,

maybe, just maybe,

you’ll be the one to stick around a while.

Shhh.