The table lamp was all yellow
And the bed was warm
He sleeping like a Greek god
Like those statues you see in Athens
I cuddle up under the duvet
When the lights are off
His angelic face glowing in the dark
His golden hair
Is he awake I can’t tell
But I feel warm and at home
V come back home he always said
How long have I been a rebel
Not that I was not loved
But I had to surrender as a whole
To come back home tired
To be nurtured and loved
To succumb
To feel totally full
To be a part of someone
I have waited so long
Dithered so long
Rebelled so long
And now I sleep
Curled like a prawn
I am totally wholesome
A life which was worth living before
And a life which is much more full
This is life , before now and tomorrow
The constant is you
I wonder why..
You are Atticus sometimes
Sometimes a brother
Sometimes a friend
Sometimes a lover
Other times the better half
Is this it…
Could it be love?
I write... 