Zywa
To be my home
While you set out cups
in the kitchen and the water starts
singing, I sniff up the scents
to remember them, I stroke
the warm velvet of the couch
and I try the firmness
of your mattress, feeling how
I would stretch out myself
naked as my hand
on the smooth sheet
If only you don't fall in love
or let yourself go in a fantasy
of my desires, unfulfilled
until you finally give it, and so
end our friendship
We've known each other for a long time
you know who I am
when you come into me
to be, to be
my home
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