The Death of Me

You are my home. 

Your eyes are my windows 

Glassy, beautiful, adorned with long dark and fluttery curtains

Through them, I see beyond the world. 

and colors every artist loves

Your lips are my door.

When they open and close i am looking

into warmth, depth, and heaven. 

Your voice lights up all the rooms, 

it is the electricity in me, and around me

when my ear is tickled by your affectionate whispers

Your chest is my bed and your arms are my covers

they wrap around me, protecting me 

from the imaginary creatures

and the ones in my head

 

If I lay very still and very quietly

I can hear your heartbeat working with mine

and the breaths we share are by far the best kind

When I'm with you I don't feel so alone 

And I'm so glad to call you my home.