I'd Rather Be Home With You

It's been awhile since I have written any poetry but today I was feeling a little inspired....I'm a bit out of practice so hopefully this isn't too bad (it's only a draft anyways):

Home With You

In the dark stillness of the quiet
I lay awake thinking,
I'd rather be home with you.

What difference does a day make
when the tangible that is you
lies far in green miles
where the you that is I
softly slips away into an electric oblivion.

I'd rather be home
on that raggedy, cheap thing
you call a couch
that holds the secrets of our soulful lovemaking...
tracing you
with my frail fingertips

And oh,
how I yearn for your soft, cold lips
to press against mines
spreading fire through my veins
like an expessive bottle of any XO...
the only remedy to this withdraw
next to a pillow,
cold-shower,
or a pack of ice.
How I crave to be home with you.

This compulsion,
this addiction,
is stronger than the rewards
reaped by higher learning...
stronger than the rewards reaped
by exploring the open seas.

It is you who I want to be my new land,
my new experience,
my unexplored place.

I'd rather be home with you
building the life called we
and severe this existence
that is clearly written
in first person singular.

I want to forever be planted,
rooted in your country,
your manhood,
your kingdom
lying in the night
trying to match your breathing
home with you.