Well Built Home

Your voice forms the bricks
of a well-built home.

It holds in warmth on a hot day,
stores heat on the cold ones.
Your voice is a shelter
one that thunderstorms should fear.

Regardless of strength,
once it dissolves,
embers of warmth
still reside within the bricks.

When you speak,
I find that I am home
a place I am whole,
a place I am safe.

I always know where you are,
even with both eyes closed.

Between the mortar of bricks,
I find your breath
and lay my head beside yours.

The walls
a rich tapestry,
framed in communication,
filled with your breath and pulse.

I live in your marrow,
my every forgotten dream
rested and remembered.

Your voice forms the bricks
of this well-built home,
reminding me
that love
is not just a word.