My body is a sacred space
That I can call my home.
An amazing housing for my soul
That I’m proud to call my own.
And although the bookshelves sag a little
And the floorboards aren’t exactly straight
I love this humble home of mine
From the crooked chimney to the squeaky gate.
Some windows may be cracked
And the kitchen tap may leak
But all these little imperfections
Are what makes the place unique.
Just remember that you’re a guest here
And it’s an honour to be let in
You’re a visitor in my temple
Of lips and eyes and skin.
So don’t suggest that I redecorate
Or point out what’s amiss
This home is something special
And I love it as it is