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Days of adventure

followed by

coming home

sinking back

into comforts

and loving arms

I sigh

Familiar birdsong

on Sunday morning

foot sliding on cool crisp sheets

then gently skimming

his ankle

the soft silky dip

between hill and heel

I sigh again

No need for lights

I know my way

by touch

by sounds

by smell

by heart

I sigh once more

This place I call home

where we dance

cheek to cheek, barefoot

on cool tiles,

share stories and secrets,

wide smiles and tears

as necessary as the adventure

this sigh worthy life of mine