Kitchen Window

I want to open my kitchen window while making us breakfast on a lazy Sunday morning,

I want to peek through the oven window and gawk hungrily at our food.

I want to fold laundered clothes while you lounge on the bed,

I want to watch you cut vegetables for tonight's rendezvous.

I want to struggle to make the bed with you,

I want to get mad at all the mess you make around the house.

I want you to help me arrange my books according to color scales,

I want you to clean your cupboard to make space for my blouse.

I want to sip tea and lean on your shoulder,

I want to fall asleep beside you, snuggled up and worn out.

I want to come back home to our open door and your open arms,

I want to close our kitchen window listening to the shrieks of the neighborhood kids dim out.

~Khyati