Take me back there

I will remember that house, the lousy attempts to make dinner, falling asleep on the sofa, the morning light coming from the windows. Our noons, our nights, our chit-chats and deep conversations, our bodies sleeping, reaching together the edge of the bed like waterfalls; rough, yet soothing, immediate, yet forever.
Arms around mine, legs beside mine, grining and smiling. 

The warmth that still makes me laugh.

Home. 

September, (2015) 2016