“A House with Warmth”
We’re cold without you
Please come inside
There’s icicles in your eyes
Which I don’t want to be true
We won’t need to worry about you
The stables will take us
to light candles when we pass
I’ll crumple in your sheets
to smell your sweat
Your sweetness is the burning of the sky
Ride horses with me
Hold my brown leather hand
There’s stirrups come to meet us
And daffodil dresses come between us
Where crosses burnt your evil
Issues in the breeze,
enveloped in tobacco leaves,
humming bunny:
birth in blue veins, red veins
a cloak of desire
soaking up wet miracles.
nicholauspatnaude 