Addicted to imagined warm translucent memories

of places I have never been

but might like more

than uncovering a home

right here in this space

this time,

 

This moment longs for elsewhere

this must belong to me

to be with

watch

smell

touch

taste

listen to her ripe rich resonant melody

glowing radiant days

closing peaceful soft twinkling nights.

 

This intimately pleasing home

where I should be

if time were ticking true

unfolding crested waves of gratitude

surfing full sprayed

gently sweeping back again

through seasoned blissful rhythms

pulsing in toward out,

sweaty naked summer

recedes toward winter’s covered quiet

longing for some place where

becoming loves belonging,

neighbors stretched and bowed across a backyard fence.

 

Home is where my heart would be,

a sea of deeply fathomed surface

rippling  mountainous reflecting integrity

rooted in sweet compost memory.

 

I have not belonged sufficiently

to not long for glad reunions

with people I will never meet

in places left undone.

 

Perhaps tonight I’ll fly

full purposed toward shared remembering

where home and I can sync our hearts

beating fire-lit amber rhythms

coiling up beyond soft sight

a kiss toward star night’s sparkle bright

a hope for dawn’s embrace

gracefully addicting this stretched out  incarnation

slowly radiant expanse

joins passioned mind to habitat of heart.