I'm not entirely
sure of how I ended
up in your home
again the sunlight
gently kissing my
lashes my hair fanned
against the linen
sheets my heels on
the cold marble and
my hand intertwined
with yours about
twenty missed calls a
hundred texts I don't
remember sending this
taste on my tongue it's
mostly sweet with
hints of a night I
don't recall your tousled
hair all up on
your face and the
duvet pulled over
your shoulder you
look almost angelic for
a split second I fall
back in love and
I'm not entirely
sure of why I
came back but I'm
glad I stayed