Do you remember that Freudian slip?

Do you remember that Freudian slip? • Kate Schmidt

I think love is a place as much as a feeling,

which people tend to forget.

Built up, planned,

remodeled and remade,

together.

Always improving. A place

           to return to.

Love is a home with sage-green walls;

the color of early November.

Will you sit at the table with me?

The sun is coming up

and I’ve got the coffee for you:

cold brew, but not too much

         (you’re trying to cut back)

hazelnut creamer and milk.

It’s next to the vase of sunflowers.

And this evening

         I was thinking,

we can paint constellations

        on the ceiling.

Love is the house that is never empty.

And if I paint the stars above us

it is so that I can see them, reflected and shining,

       in your eyes.