Who came by
After work
And would pop her head
Through the door.
Sometimes she'd find me awake
In the kitchen
Cooking a meal
And we'd talk,
And our conversations
Were often nourishing.
I would bring out a blanket & candles,
And we would sit
In my rented backyard
Where we'd watch a day
Die a slow death.
a night would follow closely
and encourage us
to move close
and whisper
our desires.