My body was a vacant house

I had been gutted and left for the dust to settle

In my icy furnace lived memories of past suitors to these old bones

None ever appreciated the delicate architecture

Carved in the corners of my mind

They would move in their furniture and their ***** laundry

Staining the rich wood in my veins to their desired tint

Slowly my home became theirs and I was just a visitor

Walking through myself

Seeing exactly what you wanted me to be

Nevertheless like the enviable changing of the tide

I would be gutted time and time again

left with the smells of their perfumes

Still lingering in my empty rooms

They would say that my walls weren't warm enough,

That too often my water would turn to wine

And would stain all their ***** laundry in the wash

This sacred change wasn't because i was holy

It happened because it would seem that at times

The only way to warm the rooms inside of my belly

Was to drown myself in it

The moment you walked in i was an open book

That you had not read

You cleaned the cobwebs from the corners of my soul

And gave me the keys to my own home

Allowed me to breath for the first time in years

The hallways of my body began to creak

The most joyous of hymns

To hold your hand
And nothing else
But your attention

Walking down the street
Side by side
Absorbed in conversation

Would be the finest day
I will have ever lived
Holding hands
With you