our house

Inside the blue house
Shadowed between the walls of yellow
A home becomes ours
Behind and within old, broken furniture
The pieces discolored and worn
Our lives settle into the new

The house
Aging slowly in her 60+ years, holds me in her arms
She protects me from the strange, the old, the young
Our house consumes my energies and tells me I have a job:
The grass, the leaves, the flowers, the trees
And the dog, her pride and adoration greeting me at the gate
The cat, his yawn and stretch from behind the window

My love;
We bring such desire to this block
You and I are in our garden best
My hair in hat, your sunglasses still to be found
And we work
With love in our hearts
We do for the house as we do for each other

my heart

My heart
She breaks in small parts
For you

And my blood
Runs thick
When you come into my lonely world

The air
Thick and stale
Opens my lungs when I suck on your breath

Such feelings, often pain
Deepens and then shallows
The pleasure forgets the pain
And I am back with you

saturday

my saturday, such a gift
a day of my own, not to share, not to rush and stress
saturday, the day of contemplation
the weather so undecided
i choose to stay in warmth of these four walls

and my darling, you came home in the middle of the day
so joyous to be with me
light in your eyes, i trust you so

and this evening, relaxed and predictable
our bodies intertwined on the couch
and now you sleep in our bed
me, my mind still awake and fast forward
oh saturdays, why can i only have you once a week?