Where is home?

#IkoPoetryChallenge

My home is my husband

and I am his

together each other we've built

brick by brick

My home is my husband

and I am his

steady structures we'll be till we grow old

cemented with gold

when he causes cracks and leaves marks

I hold foundation so we easily make up

My home is my husband

and I am his

together each other we've ripped apart

brick for brick

My home is my husband

and I am his

and for this I bat not an eyelash while he prowls the streets

I know he will always end up homesick

And I will welcome him in with legs wide open

prepare something for him to eat

as I am trained to

It's a tale as old as time

Where is home?

Home is where the man lies.