By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 11 June 2000

Home

for all my intellectual defenses and
carefully constructed pretenses
I'm not so complex
or hard to please
I know my moods overwhelm you
and you wonder if there will ever be an end
to the depths of my melancholy
words fail you when I tell you
that I'm lost and stranded and it has
nothing to do
with you
bad days keep happening
and I know
you would hold me if you could
and kiss it all away
but for now
musical e-cards
and surprise packages
and phone calls that begin at moonset and end at sunrise
will have to suffice
it would be nice to meet you somewhere in the middle
someplace where we have no history
someplace anonymous
a place we could claim
in each other's arms

it's so easy...you are Home
and I want to feel you
deep inside me
and I want to feel you
sleep beside me
'cause I've stumbled blind in the forest
with no angels to guide me
I made it through
straight to you
with no compass
or map
or sense of direction
just a keen, aching hunger
for a real
connection

for an almost lifetime
my homesickness has been turned
into a ravaging disease
but with ease and grace and the intuition of a mystic
you recognized me right away
and offered up your honesty
and compassion
and eros
as a cure
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