You feel like home to me.
You feel like waking up on a Sunday and the first thing you hear
is precious raindrops on the roof.
You feel like poems and songs coming to life.
You feel like opening a new book
and drinking in the scent of the pages.

You feel like walking into an old friend
on a Saturday afternoon.
You feel like babies giggling;
sunlight filtering in between curtains, drawn.

You feel like sweaters and woollen socks.
You feel like inching my little finger towards yours,
as popcorn and big screen movies take over our souls.
You feel like an accidental brush of skin between lovers.

You feel like fresh linen against soft skin.
You feel like coffee on the porch with family.
You feel like my first kiss under the stars.
You feel like my eyes seeing the setting sun.
You feel like an ocean breeze playing with salty hair.
You feel like warm smiles and loving embraces.

You feel like exciting nights between newly-weds.
You feel like swinging higher and higher,
until your stomach fills with winged creatures.
You feel like leaves turning green; blossoms blossoming.

You feel like milkshakes and first dates.
You feel like tea with honey and roaring fires.

You feel like I will be drinking
you in
for the rest
of our lives.