maelynslavik

Can I go back

Back to the place I call home

Full of laughter and love

The place where I sleep above my friend

As I'm surrounded by so many others

Darkness

swallowing up the sunset

streaks of gold and orange and pink fading to a dark navy blue

then, finally

once the sky has been painted over with a seemingly endless coat of black

the stars come out

speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word

With each unpreDictable swivel of our fingertips,

a familiar, sacred slab of tree Is destroyed.

The Earthy aroma drifts through our veins,

Home is

trying not to smudge 

our still-sticky nail polish

on the carpet

as we sit

cross-crossed

on the floor

spilling secrets

& memories

our speech sliding

i dreamed of the windmills again - 

four big gentle giants towering over the blue-green mountains, 

whirling round the clock like out-of-sync ballerinas,