Lived-in.

Lived-in.

I like the look that's lived-in

Scattered sheets and open locks

Surround ourselves with love-fused objects

You fold the towels and I the socks

Every item sought and touched

Laid in this room by one of us

Except for those you wanted closer

Pieced me up and closed the box

But love is not an object

And can't be caught or tamed

It flows through the air we breathe

And electrifies this home we've made.

Written 7.18.10 @ 8:05 PM