"Home is where the heart is," so it goes. Where is my heart? With you. So where does that make my home? Somewhere up there? Somewhere down here? Somewhere in between? Will I always be somehow underneath you?
Give me a home in you and that is where you'll find my heart. Will you keep your lights on for me; I'm weary and in need of rest? The arm's length is exhausting, the journey to you longer than a Green Mile. Won't you let me in when I come knocking?
Love bears down on my heart like an anvil, pressing heavier each time you appear. Decisions are made under the weight; I'm careful to balance the structure just so. You're watching from a distance, waiting for the balance to give, for the weight to come crashing down. Come closer to help me to hold the balance, I can't do it alone. The teetering...
The lines are meant to be read between. Fill up that space with your thoughts, there is room for us both here, and there. I can hear you if you think louder. Energies pass easily over distance, signaling your arrival. I know by the light in my face that you are here. You are blinding, reveal yourself to me. I can't see through your heat.
Your omniscience bridges the palpable distance between us. I know you know, you just won't let me know you know; your subtle Zen again. From abroad I study your features, trying to make out your face in the light; waiting for you to manifest in front of my eyes, to descend from the Heavens, to move the boulders between us. I believe.