At Home

The first time I held you, I marveled
At how the curves of your shoulders
Fit seamlessly into my fingertips
Reading your goosebumps like Braille
Matching gasped breaths with the words
Softly spoken in every pressed exhalation
Until the universe dropped off around us
Leaving only you as the worshipped Sun
While we centered warmly in place
Entwined by the gravity of our bodies
Finally to feel at home