today i am home.
doing laundry, cleaning and making a cake for Mikele (which is for you, really).
by about seven pm
i want our room soft and warm, and dinner ready to have
and then you're back and fall on the bed like a star fish,
and lie there in your jeans, tired
then your smile travels slowly in direction to me and the kitchen behind (i am at the door, aproned)
and the room is suddenly lit with it, baby