Feeling at Home

I trust more
in seeing your brown glowing skin
on your shoulder, amdist the piles of blankets
when I wake up
than I do the red sky of this planet, amidst the stacks of clouds.
When you turn over,
and sleepily smile at me with your full cheeks and bouncy black curls,
I feel a warmth greater than that from the sun,
on our icy homeworld.
Together in the morning with my skin on yours,
I have a feeling of home,
deeper and older than I knew I could feel,
a home I want more to stay in than to travel anywhere else.

I am home