“Millions and millions of years would still not give me half enough time to describe that tiny instant of all eternity when you put your arms around me and I put my arms around you.” ~ Jacques Prévert
lodging
Looking for where it won’t feel like home.
Where home is missing someone further,
where stranger walls lend their ear,
and blackened windows watch you to reflect.
Welcomed to a house of voiceless noises,
to midnight screams, to lover’s hot mess,
to her softened body. Neighbors fall asleep
we steal their good times.
Leaving home,
Building a house of careful maneuvers in the
path of wayward, darling hearts.
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