Ode To My Kitchen

There is a place No, rather, a sanctuary Where I go to find solace Its surfaces welcome me Handles, jars, spoons and boxes All lovingly placed, by me I know you better than all of them Only I know exactly where everything is And where everything goes I know your secrets And you know mine Yes, you know quite a few of mine, don't you? A temple of endless comfort Bad dreams and bad days bring me to you To indulge when I should not And to nourish when I need I adore the sweet sounds Of your bubbling metal pots The enticing things we create, together Scents that warm the other jealous rooms But when I'm here, with you, in your little chair Staring at the little plant in the window The soft light of the lamp on the counter at 3 AM The sound of water running into my glass In this moment, I want for no other room to have me And will have none but you