the home life

Play house? Who's playing?

leave the windows open

it's a high of 74, love,

chance of rain but i'll take that chance

curtains sway

we sway

and now we are

lying on the couch until

it leaves marks on our skin

i'll kiss the ridges and swirls

on your elbows your thighs your cheek

my hand on the swell of your breast

we'll miss the movie

breathless now, damp and tired

forecast was wrong; high of 86, more like

the sweat pools

we'll stay here on the couch

i've got no job, nowhere to be

only with you

stay

here

till the sun dips down and the air grows cool

the morning comes and

we haven't moved

the couch has left its mark on us

matching swirls on our cheeks

i'll lay them together

stay with me, lay with me