If we had our way, hidden lives and loves would
                                 up out of the ashes in which we
                    g                                           ­                   live
                n  
             i
        r
    p
S

                                                     So build me a staircase that

     retches           your
   t             u     to        be
S                  p                 au
t                                       t
   r                                   i
     a                              f
       e                         u
         h                     l
           -                 -
             g            b
               n       e
                  i   a
                    t
                        
and leave the love bit
                                  wrapped up between the
           two
          of us
                           like a warm sock on chilly winter toes