This is their home:
Quiet moods and babies wrapped in pink.
A girl washing dishes at the kitchen sink.

Robin-egg coffee mugs
and walls of bricks.
People walking out,
overwhelmed and ticked.

When they leave he shuts the door
and lays (in peace) on the medieval floor.

Little lights all around, floating hot candles.
Swaying on red-hot music, noses
so close
you'd think they were in love
eyes like closed shutters
waiting for the sun
to mirror back and forth,
and between them, everwhere, it did.
.

Stunning girl and beautiful boy,
not too young to say the words
and too old to hide any longer.

She leaves slowly.

He shuts the door
and lays (in peace)
on the medieval floor.