Homeless Heart

I wonder if anything will feel like home again...
The way it felt when I could smell and taste your skin.
Home was your salt in the lick of my lips, rewetting my mouth and taking you in...
The kind of home that was completely contented within each and every moment's embrace of you.
I wonder...
If anything could satiate that desire...
It isn't fire that I miss, although unmistakably ignited kisses...
You.
My rock.
The salt of the earth.
Dust you have become, slip you under my tongue
Must let you go in my heart's rebirth
And yet.
My mouth waters.

 Marco - (Uluwatu, Bali, Indonesia)

Marco - (Uluwatu, Bali, Indonesia)