Home encounters

 ** home encounters **
Greet me at the door
A question in your eyes
Without any clothes at all
I admire your pluck
Your enthusasism to converse
In perfect naturalism
We leave our imprints on the wall
My clothes strewn down the hall
Bag kicked into an empty room
Create a bundle of fusing eager life
At every pausing in our journey
Meld our lips and breath
Draw lines on each others body
Take nectar to our lips
As each in turn in delight shudders
Confirming union of souls and thoughts
Trusted friend and companion true
Arriving home to always you.