Homesick
A hot cup of chamomile and a stogie
One of her many perfect mornings to say the least
There is this deep level of intimacy she’s been yearning for
A strong, structured embrace to fall into
One that goes beyond “I see you”
One that says, I want to travel back home and feel you
Reflective of intimacy shared beyond
Physical contact and public appearance
Longing to converse with substance
Genuine care and beyond the surface level of support
A caress to the scalp
An unfamiliar love-language
But each person is fluent enough to understand the code
Collapse into a kingdom overflowing with ocean deep love,
Abundant self-awareness and reciprocity
She’s simply
Homesick