come home

come home
to me

touch me like the gentlest of winds
grazing the rivers of stagnant sweat
across sun stained
shoulder
blades

come home
to me

as you would,
easing calloused fingertips
through sleep knotted hair
to rest your palm in
the space
between my mouth
and collar
bones

come home
to me

and be the full moon's
light gently rising
upon creased linen sheets
as a reminder
that it is night and
i will never
be alone

come home
to me

the way the wattle birds call
to each other in the
dewed dawn to
remind you
that a new sun is caught
between the spaces
between your
eyes
and
lashes

come home
to me

the key is where we've always left it and
i am waiting.