Coming Home ★★★★

Let's go home
and breathe in the air,
dine on bread and honey and wine.
On the way let's collect
the bits of broken bottles
that litter the gutters
and string them up in the lights,
while taping shreds of tissue paper
and Christmas wrapping
onto the windows like stained glass,
the room becoming
a kaleidoscope in which we can dance.
We can fill the bath with waterlilies,
strip ourselves bare,
and relearn the act and art of feeling.
We can lock ourselves away
forgetting a world outside exists
and grow older together between the sheets,
with laughter and what's left of the wine,
and hushed moments
sacrosanct.