You’re My Home

Your face is the ceiling.
After a long day
I’m always excited to stare at.

Your arms, the walls.
All bulletproof.
I feel secured.

Your neck down to your chest, the gardens.
Not because it’s bushy,
I just like the scent of it.

Your eyes, the windows…
To the soul,
as they say.

Your lips, the bathtub.
My favorite part of a house.
My favorite part of you.