it was home.
it was white,
with picketed fences around
our garden,
which had carnations and
peonies.
the sun set through
our glass windows,
creaking by our
blue, black-out curtains.
my eyelids glowed and
my dreams shook into
the heavens.
slowly i opened my
eyes and the first things
i see is you.
your back is to me
and i passed my hand
over your birthmark
making my body shiver
with warmth.
i sat up and took your
sleeping figure in my mind
as i stood up and
headed to the bathroom.
as i finished i heard
shuffling in our bed
and i peeked from the door.
you're awake and when
you see me you smile
and whisper
"you look like home..."