we have something in common.
It’s the wall, behind witch you are making love so sensually. I try to remember the time when I felt that my world fits just inside my arms. You can bend your elbows around it, squeeze it, kiss it, hold it, make love to it, feed it, take care of it, read stories to it, bake eggs together with it, scream at it, make up with it, shop with it, go to church with it, dance and celebrate, fall asleep with it, write letters to it, visit your parents with it, introduse your friends with it, squeeze it, kiss it, hold it…
You.
Come home..





