the poem

your body is my home
with open doors and
windows wide
with a garden
full of colours
of a spring
that never ends
 
your body
is my comfortable cocoon
there I am born to beauty and
my days are renewed 
 
your body is my shelter
my support
the perfect place to hide
the peaceful resting place
where my journey ends
 
you are the pinnacle
the taste of honey and
the sea salt of each day
you are my sweet melody
the language I understand
you are the poem
which hasn’t been finished
yet...