Sunday, July 18, 2010



I like the look that's lived-in
Scattered sheets and open locks
Surround ourselves with love-fused objects
You fold the towels and I the socks

Every item sought and touched
Laid in this room by one of us
Except for those you wanted closer
Pieced me up and closed the box

But love is not an object
And can't be caught or tamed
It flows through the air we breathe
And electrifies this home we've made.

Written 7.18.10 @ 8:05 PM