An Ode. October
Just another poem :)
Home.
The word that melts hearts.
I trail my fingertips
up and down your back
over the goosebumps
on your side.
The window is open.
October breath drifts in
and rubs our uncovered legs.
The constant question hovers
outside-directed by an owl
A cricket chorus lulls
my eyes to a close.
Will I still feel like this
Tomorrow?
Home?