I am...

I am the ground that bears your weight,
and the sun around the world rotates.

I am rivers on which heavy loads float,
and the flames that ash the letters you wrote.

I am air in your lungs that breath makes,
and the sky that yields thunderous quakes.

I am the food on your plate. You can eat me, 
and the lover in your bed come complete me.

I'm the bone that needs picking, your fingers that need licking, 
and that god awful clock in your head that keeps ticking.

I'm not complicated. Just frustrated,
and too honest to be anything but alone.

I am home.