Po-esque

Midship slipping on that tuft and tucked
hideaway the leeward slip.
And I to find this trail to leave the bastion
of the primped and proper past.
For all the angles that would please me
and leave me breathless in the coriander.

Nestled close my apple dangled just
a bit ago.
Now the rocket flyboy has a warm and satiating
home that says that it is undeniably home.
And so the full tension breaks with sparks
eternal wet and sweet pungent.

Forging full ahead again the torrent rages
leaves our sweat and dampened sheet.
Breathe it in, breathe it all and again and
don’t leave any morsel there.
Shaky steps as legs are spent in all our
litany to get us home

but home has moved