My body is a home for you (loving you is a lesson in accommodation)

Some days, loving you is learning a new meaning of accommodation. It is figuring out, on the go, that my body is a home for you. When I say that my body is a home for you, I mean — come sit inside my chest. Bring your trauma to these doorsteps and walk into my heart. Naked. When I say that my body is a home for you, I mean — you are safe here, & you will never need to be safe from me (or us). When I say that my body is a home for you, I mean — you never have to pay rent again. Because this body is yours, as you are mine. Leave memories in my bloodstream, & decorate my insides as you wish. My skin is a canvas for your existence. Etch your love on me. Like Greek architecture, my cells will carry your Corinthian love. Generations will study this love like culture, because a home is eternal. & so when I say my body is a home for you, I mean — you belong here. With me. In me. Forever.