You Are My Home

I remember being nineteen;
stretched out on the seat
of your police car,
our love sweeter
than the smell of ripe
strawberries
rising on the night time breeze.

I remember re-uniting
when I was thirty-eight;
waves crashing on the rocks
while you crushed me
to you
in the ice plant covered dunes.

And now at fifty-two
I curl next to you
in the comfortable cushion
of our bed.
You pull me close
and my body remembers
everything.

Prompts: Adele’s prompt to write about “where the journey takes you” and the Trifecta prompt of the word “home.”

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37 thoughts on “You Are My Home

  1. This is beautifully written. It is moving and hot at the same time. I am dying to know what happened in between those wonderful “meetings”. BTW, I love the last line as you wrote it.

  2. i love how you compared everything. especially in the first stanza with strawberries. this piece has a sense of sensual yet coziness to it. and the last line was beautiful. well done!

  3. “You pull me close and my body remembers everything.” Definitely a great closing to a story about a life long love affair (and if it isn’t a life long love affair, I want it to be). I loved this but I really like all of your entries!

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