Home Incarnate

Where forever is real

Night after night, I slip beneath the covers first, pulling the billowing sheet over my goosebumped skin. As the mattress yields beneath the weight of my exhaustion, I feel my breath already slowing.

He slips in beside me in the dark, night after night, the magnetism between us pulls me in. The lift of his arm is an invitation, a beacon to the perfect port for my weary ship.

My head settles into our perfect fit, the curve of his shoulder cradles me, the pillow of his chest is the only one I need.

His skin is warm under my arm, he brushes my hair back, gentle palm smoothing my wild wisps, beard tickling my skin.

Night after night, I sink effortlessly into the rise and fall of his chest. The world fades away as my breaths deepen, our rhythms synchronize.

Words cease to exist or maybe just cease to be enough, in these moments beyond capture. His inhalations are soft comfort, his heartbeat is my anchor.

Home incarnate, his arm tightens around me and I am safe, not just tonight, but into all those places where forever is real.