Spaces

How I dream

of a house made of books

Where we could burrow into the pages

with words
curling around us like fire

How I dream

of a house made of clouds

where we could paint each other

 in shades
of cream & blue & roses

How I dream

of a house somewhere

where it would be just you and I

dancing around the kitchen

knocking over the sugar pot

and how

we would laugh and laugh

and keep on going

stars on our rustic kitchen floor

How I dream

of a house somewhere

of a home somewhere