And you feel like home,
like the smell of Mum’s cooking
Or my Dad using too much garlic in his
You linger longer than the rest
Your scent sleeps on my scarf
marks my skin with an aroma unknown
to anyone else but me
Your touch like a spark
A shock against my spine
Your voice is the Northern wind
keeping me up at night
Your eyes make me feel like coming home,
They seek refuge in my own.
Your mouth meets mine and I feel safe.
Like a familiarity I can’t quite place,
You’re fixed like safety pins beneath the skin
As you kiss warmth across my face.