All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed into were preparing you for me
I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth
They were a long hallway
A door half open
A single suitcase still on the conveyor belt
Was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,
Welcome home Warsan Shire (via b-inary-s-tars)