DIANE
Eyes,
brought us to the place
of touch,
... both of us,
stumbling and trying to hold onto
something within ourselves.
Holding you is the end of a dream
come true.
Holding you is the path toward home.
The tears in your eyes
washed away
... the end of a war.
Because of you.
I smile, awhile
in the days
and in the nights.
Because your lips touch me,
hold me.
I am at home.