As the sun dips below the sea
And the colorful rainbow
Dances wild and free and
They paint the clouds
With a golden glow and
The butterflies will flow
And it's a beautiful sight  
And ending our day's delight
In the twilight all is at peace
Tonight.

We never make the glass—
no martyrdom
no suicide blast
no cross or burning at the stakes.

Just hands
washing hands
or lint-picking a tank top
with unholy grace.

Our halos
are smudges
on kitchen tiles
kisses placed
on cracked smiles
a love so wild
but lasting as floor grout—
heavy lifting
twenty gallon tub
of toys.

Dancing
on the mattress bed
waiting for the grout
to dry.