Anniversary Poem
When I think about home,

I picture the rolling hills

of your biceps and chest;

the tall prairie grasses

that I love to caress

sweeping across your 

forearms, stomach, pecs -

a thicket covering your body

and inviting mine to passionate play

or tranquil rest.

I think of your smile,

laughing verde eyes

and teasing tongue, 

waterfall neck kisses,

whispered sentiments of love,

and how each time

you push open the door

with a hearty “Hello!”

I remember I am home.