While the children Play peacefully Their happy laughs Ringing in muted tones Behind thick, safe walls
While white noise Flows neutrally Its blandness Comforting my tremored mind Dispelling my treacherous fury I lay naked as the day
Wet in some places Hardened in others Waiting so impatiently Tremored of limb, too Open as the sea
While the sparseness Of our house Is waiting valiantly Its smooth surfaces and Soft contours beckoning My soul to rest on Its laurels
Your tongue,Β Β hands and eyes Run deliberately Down my different pathways Paving the route To an exquisite explosion - The falling debris from which Bestow such a simple Salvation