i answered the door and home crossed the threshold
velvet worlds beckoned
we jumped 1 … 2 … 3
slipping into comfort & cloaks of knowing
walls sang of edges
the sheets sang of us
alignment a funny thing - how it falls from your hand
reckoning
1…2…3.
what rises from the dust becomes a rusted trust
good luck charms burn just like old trees with a little gasoline
skin holds the trace of love like a secret tattoo
always there
across the threshold
1...2...3
