Coming home
is what it feels like.
Lifting up the garage
door by hand to see
you waiting on the steps.
I put the car in park,
shuffle the keys
into my pocket and walk
up to your open hands.
As the door shuts out
the silhouettes of our bodies,
only the shadows of lips
and hands coming close
can be seen as the light
dims out.
We kiss until the door
opens us up
inside.
