The soft curve of your face
in the light of a yawning sun.
Warm floors
on which giants play chess.
The badly tuned piano taunting us with an
almost recognizable tune.
Showers that made the day
perfect
because they were
cold in the summer
and hot in the winter
the feel of the air-conditioned together rooms.
Popcorn smell,
the play of a fan on bare flesh,
footsteps sounded by phantom feet,
dormers,
darke tile and
white walls,
open windows and dust,
friends,
the smell of home,
and fun.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
The soft curve of your face
in the light of a yawning sun.
Warm floors
on which giants play chess.
The badly tuned piano taunting us with an
almost recognizable tune.
Showers that made the day
perfect
because they were
cold in the summer
and hot in the winter
the feel of the air-conditioned together rooms.
Popcorn smell,
the play of a fan on bare flesh,
footsteps sounded by phantom feet,
dormers,
darke tile and
white walls,
open windows and dust,
friends,
the smell of home,
and fun.
