Thirsting

I walk up the little set of stairs. I'm exhausted, and you are waiting there. You are the most loyal of them all. You are so simple and yet so kind in your approach.

Every detail is considered, and you want very little but me to be there. The car traffic sings and the sky is gray. You could break the boundaries of time this way. The wine in your glass spins as you speak and I slouch in the chair. This is our house, you know I've never really had my house with somebody, and you've put so much care into this place. Each day you greet me like that in the early evening was a flower of cress, silent kinship, good fortune in my reality. For the space of a couple months this is our place.