“Like home…”

she could have easily wear her ugliest clothes
filed with holes
and read the dictionary to me

She would still be the most beautiful woman in the world

I just love to hear her voice
her voice as she stumbled over a word
would caress my face
and ears nonetheless

like a warm hug with her arms tightly wrapped around me

the feeling of a heartbeat
a delicious coffee

vibrant,
like home