habitat of senses

somehow it became the taste of summer, and sunrise,

and sultry afternoons

without my permission it became the smell of safety

while I sought self-sufficiency, I found completion

in the sagacity of a smile--in this sensual, sincere taste

of wild grass and cold rain, succulent intoxication

three thousand miles from all I ever knew

this warm caress, mellifluous and golden,

soothed my spirit and soaked my soul

in the sensation of wet sand beneath clenching toes

an unearthed gustiness, sated and proven

anteceded my stricken realization that, somewhere, somehow

this savor, this balm, this embrace, this whisper,

this vision: became home