Comfort of a home

the first time their skin met 

the stars exploded inside her

spraying dust and magic in her blood

filling in her lungs and pumping in her veins

the first time their fingers intertwined 

like a flower closing its petals on itself

the comfort of a home of your  own skin

that is it, a foreign touch  that

became so familiar you can call your own 

the serenity, the chaos , the beauty

a mixture of contradictions

made together to form a poetic love story

that is doomed to end