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