“Home” by Sam Hubenet

Drops of rain kiss my burning skin

as I splash through every puddle.

My dish rag dress and refusal to deprive

my toes of the youth fountain falling from the sky.

Your hands in mine, you twirl me aimlessly

making an umbrella of my dress in the downpour.

Dancing the night away,

you dip me back, a stroke of the cheek,

me clinging to your lips for dear life

‘til the last rain drop kisses your forehead

and the bugs take its place.

Feet splashing in the breadcrumb trail

leading us to the warmth of inside.

Giggles escape from the smiles tattooed on our faces

changing into dry clothes as you build the fire.

The fire ignites instantly,

sweet maplewood apparently eager

for the touch of the flame.

Warmth, peace, human touch,

interwoven on the love seat you twirl my hair.

The question to sleep or spend the night with you

appears faintly in my mind. By the light of moon and fire,

no one to answer to but us, I whisper my answer,

as given as the night is young.

Sam Hubenet is working towards a degree in Philosophy, Politics and Economics (yes that’s one major) and a minor in LGBTQ Studies. They found a love for poetry over the course of 2020, especially through their time in LSWA and the wonderful poetry club.