Bittersweet

You wake up before me, as usual. 

Drinking your coffee, sitting on the couch, watching the news. 

I make my quiet way.

I greet you, without saying a word, embracing my legs around your waist. 

Kissing your neck, you kiss mine back as you put your coffee on the end table.

The news babbles on in the background.

Your strong arms embrace me, pulling us closer.

Our eyes meet, mine half-open, covered in sleep. 

We smile to each other as we kiss.  

We each let out a contented moan and continue making love. 

It's quiet in the house. Our house. 

The morning sun barely peeking through the shades. 

Wrapped in each other's warmth. 

But I don't even know if you watch the news.

And we don't have a house.