Craving home

I remember the feel
of your chapped lips
Upon mine.
The need to love,
cherish, thirst of
every thrust.
Skin touching mine,
fingers lingering
on my wounds.
Complaints against
my scratchy beard,
betwixt sloppy kisses.
Amidst chaos I
learnt to navigate,
trained years.
Across violence,
you are my home.
All I crave. Today.

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