Love was born here
In the place where
books with cracked spines pile
Haphazardly
And a plate on
windowsill feeds an ant colony
Through cracked
window
High above unlaced
shoe
Solitude finds
pleasant company here
Nuzzling up to love
As one begets the
other
In all the untidy
They look over the
dominion trapped behind the bedroom door
And delegate who
might speak first
Between memories
And dreams
And mess
Where love was born
In case the Merlot
hasn't
Nothing moves here
The ceiling fan
remains still while the room spins
Covers lay in a
heap, bunched at the foot of the bed
But nothing moves in
this mess
Where love was born
There I lay
Knowing the ceiling
corns better than
The hairs on my chin
There are no words
Only four walls
Chords played softly
The corns
And the expanse that
exists just beyond it
Both everything and
nothing at all
It is here that I
pray
That someday I may
find rest
Upon golden pond
And teacher's
patience
As the chorus swells
Amidst jagged lines
Where love was born
The taste of the red
swathes the tongue
Yesterday's kisses
imprint themselves onto sallow heart
And unkempt hair
And I must be
mindful to stop
Just before the
heavy
And say
In this place
The disarray
Amen
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