At home

My soul feels at home in yours –

Settling in for a quiet night by the fire

Sinking deep into my favourite squishy armchair

Curling my legs under me

My mind feels at home in yours –

Getting lost in you like the pages of a book

So good you can’t put it down until the last word is spoken

And even then, you crave more

My body feels at home in yours –

Like a plant in the perfect position in a garden

Digging my roots into your warm earth

Sun on my leaves

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