not just a fantasy

sweat sticks to your skin and my fingertips. a cat meows, the fan rattles on in the background. a mug leaves a ring on the sofa table. just one, because i’m the only one who drinks coffee. i watch your back as you move around the kitchen. shirtless in my presence, though you’ll cover up around your parents. you love me. i had five dreams last night and they were all about you. i lost my mind and you dug it out unscathed. you take pictures of me sleeping because you always wake up early. and when i  arouse for a second, to the sound of cat mewls and a bowl being filled, i know that we are all taken care of. and we are all home. and you love me, because there’s nothing else you’d rather do.