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,  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