~ faded mauve butterflies fluttering along defeated selenitic walks the sound of abandoned ship bells in the far parlor north but the guilt of wind is silent like Venetian whispers from motionless lips
us, then inward and upward one step too far a house of strangers tipping like boats seaworthy as sleep oars divide the ocean but framed pictures and love letters unite the walls to this unstable floor then, us always, us ~