“These five words you utter
make the sun rise again:
“I’m going to come home.”
How is it possible
for one person
to be the sole reason for my existence?
When I hear you say these golden words,
the warmth spreads from my stomach
until it reaches my pulsating fingertips.
How is it possible
for one person
to be the sole reason for my ecstasy?
These five words your utter
are even more precious
when I’m holding you tight
and you whisper only four of them.
Because then,
I’m really home.”Kamand Kojouri
