Home is where the heart is

when i saw you today, my hands
wanted to climb your body, like vines, wound myself around your heart.

you are sturdy like the Iroko tree,
rooted firmly in the tropical rainforest of my heart. my shoots draw sustenance from you.

underneath your strong branches, i find solace, rest my aching soul on your trunk. you remind my heart to beat again –

cardioverted back to sinus rhythm by the wattage behind your iridescent irises. you will always be
my goddess Amoke, and your body, my temple and my home.

no water tastes like the waters from your fountain. i remember the gurgle of your stream and the rippling waves of your still surface set in entropy in a dance of nymphs.

today, when i journeyed back to the city of holograms and illusions, i carried my remains,
but my heart is buried
beneath your trunk.


10 thoughts on “Home is where the heart is

  1. Awwwn….these super fine lines were positively conceived to seduce and serenade. 😁😈 Of that, am way too sure! 😎 D-Damn! πŸ˜†

    There really isn’t any other place like home. A man’s home is his castle. ‘He’s happiest, be he king or peasant; who finds peace in his home’ affirms Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. The home, like Heaven; is wherein lies our treasures…our hearts…our essence of being and be-ing. ‘Home the blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps carry it thither; as on angel’s wings’- Lydia M Child

    The magical lines…’you’ll always be my goddess Amoke, and your body; my temple and my home’ brings to light and then life; a divine quote credited to John Mark Green that reads thus…’She’s a wild tangled forest with temples and treasures concealed within’. Plus, this other saying by Robert Montgomery seeks to further reinforce and validate those perfect lines you masterfully reeled out….’Home, the spot of earth supremely blest. A clearer, sweeter spot from all the rest’. Bottomline….that’s gotta be the sweetest, most romantic line of the crop…..giving off this vibe that titillates like the Narrator finds in his beloved a sanctuary of sorts. It’s the highest praise and tribute…EVER! 😍❀ Way too heartwarming…’worming’ and I doubt if Amoke would ever come back from that one! πŸ˜ˆπŸ™„ Wawu!!! πŸ˜…
    This does make for good poetry Doc and like I always say…your analogies and imageries are off of the charts ‘ah-mazing’, spot right on! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

    You Doc, and TZC by extension….my biggest homerun as yet. β€πŸ˜„
    Keep the writes coming, don’t ever relent. May you continually bring healing, hope and happiness the way of all who happen upon your beyond brilliant pieces far and wide IJN, Amen. πŸ˜‡πŸ˜€ Thank you ever so much for sharing your gifting with the world. Mwah! πŸ€—πŸ˜†


      1. Hehehe. I quote forgot to add to my line of thoughts and might as well just do so already, this…’my hat…heart, I thee doff’! ❀😍 Now how’s that for swooning huh?! πŸ‘ΏπŸ˜


  2. Home is Where the Heart Is: beautiful, beautiful….just lovely. I almost swooned reading it. I can only imagine how Amoke would feel. However the ending brought me back to earth with a thud.


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