Dave Bonta's "Home bodies" is a tiny poem about intimacy, and it packs a lot into four short lines. The speaker imagines two people as a meal, something to be savored over a whole day rather than gulped down. That image suggests unhurried closeness: lingering, sharing, taking pleasure in each other without watching the clock.
The second half shifts the idea of home. It isn't a house or an address but a bed, and specifically the bed "after we shed," which most naturally reads as shedding clothes, though it could also mean letting go of worries and outside roles. Either way, home is where the two people are bare and undefended with each other. The title's pun on "homebodies" and "bodies" supports this, since home here is made of flesh and closeness.
The mood is warm, relaxed, and quietly sensual. The rhymes (meal/were, bed/shed) give it a soft, contented rhythm, like a sigh after a long, good day.