I Ask Where Home Is


I ask where home is/

and you answer/ Here with me/

you even handed me the keys/

and while you wait/

with the table prepared/ candles lighted/

slow steam rising with tantalising scents/

flowers to draw the eye in every room/

while you wait with sweet impatience

as one in love for the beloved/

while you wait/ my love/

with hands that yearn to come and offer me

what I can’t yet receive/

while you wait/ beloved/

I wander/as if lost/ around the house/

in fear of giving what I can’t afford to be without/

it seems an awful choice to make

that we both wait

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