Feels like Home

You ask me why I have these 
books I’ve never read 

records in plastic 
wine going bad 

you move in closer 
I feel heat of your breath 

I look into your eyes 
this is what I said

I’m saving it for a moment
a moment just like this 

when stars align and 
we’re in a state of bliss 

when the world outside 
has left us enough alone 

this is the moment 
that feels like home

I ask you if you need anything 
you respond “no” 

I take this as satisfaction 
mixed with a little hope 

looking around the man cave
I know what I’ve done 

curating a space of loneliness
that feels like home