our home

do you know the term nesting?
that's what is happening,
i'm guessing.
i'm longing to make big pots of soup
while you watch men throw stuff
or try to get things in hoops.
i want to wear a face mask
and bleach our bathroom
while you possibly have a beer
and sometimes take the trash out.
but mostly i want to arrange
everything perfectly
for optimum findings
and masterful workings.
i want to lay down on sheets
that are just slept in enough
that i can lay on a pillow
and still smell your head.
i'm patient and i'm peaceful
where i am, most the time.
but i really can not wait
till your home is also mine.

© L