I foster my houses on the vertical
That they may lounge among the stars.
The rot of long held secrets
Has at last been stopped.
I am free to speak, to deal
My hand in the game of life.
Nothing incredible is ever easy.
I wear your eyelashes in amber
The wishes, like worms, gnawing
Away at my insides.
That your smile were here
Chirping alongside my own
There could be no greater malady
And no greater mirth.
Love has swallowed me,
Taken all that was important
And inopportune within.
Come again and we shall
Build of all these houses a home.
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