I have a house in my heart
where cloth napkins are folded in
the shape of autumn leaves and
dinner is served
every night
around a table
set by a lively teenager
who is still my best friend. A room
in this house
turns into a dream when
you open a door,
desires are the strength
catching the tails of
stars. This house in my heart
ties ascots in perfect tucks and pleats
around necks that reach
beyond protective obstacles that
allow daring and boldness.
I keep the lights on
in the house that I hold in my heart,
not just for travelers to return, but to let
strangers know a terrestrial pulse
is your refuge, you can
drop your anchor here.
