Drywall

Just around the

Drywall, in lavender

Pinks and sandlewood –

 

Crumbs for church mice

And cherry bream.

 

We fell through an age of ages,

Made pumpkin faces

And drew up plans

On napkins.

 

In a cardboard salad

Box soaked bitter as

Black pepper corns.

 

Making love on a Damsen bed,

In the mean time,

All the while,

 

For absent friends

And choices left

unmade, like castle ruins