Host

If I could only make your countenance my home.
Where I found the chambers empty.
Eyes marking a vacancy.

I want to graze where your scent
Blooms and lingers.
Jasmine and sandalwood,
Between the soft & heavy.
Between small sips and plenty.

I want to sleep in the cave
Where your collar never meets.
Where your chin sometimes rests,
When you bow your head.
Where your apple lays it's head.

I want to live inside your pulse
So that with each beat,
I'm spread over you all at once.
Reaching the tips of your fingers
Over and over.
And over.
And over.
In it's steady melodic rhythm.

Invade you completely without escape,
And have you slowly from the inside,
Building a fortress where my restless soul
Can finally repose.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby