new home

(Where am I when you stand with me?)

When we touch and together is a new planet
what home becomes has its own alphabet,
an almost hieroglyph that graffities this place to newness.
The atmosphere lightens
the song of skin has harmonics
ribboned with the rain of remembering.

And when we seek for higher
just know
stars are no substitute for pillow, for bread
arms are empty in the abstract.
You have to land on solid ground
find your feet
hold out your hands
and remember
this love is always
with you.