holy houses (yes)

we'll plant flowers in the window boxes. dig our toes in the sand. there will be paths and fields, bat houses high up and bees burrowing under ground. in the winter: snow tunnels and snow forts, blue light and pink light and the ice growing on our lake. we will bioluminesce. we will rock on our porch reading mary oliver to our little one, who will be beautiful. there will be loons and geese and gulls and some days we will smell the sea on the air.

pumpkin carving and holidays with your grammy who likes to ride the bus. i will hold your hand on long car rides and bring you picnics built from the dinner you made the night before. i will walk into a room smiling and you will light up when you see me. we will push the baby on the swing and laugh at her silly jokes. i will tell you stories while you're falling asleep and sometimes i will wake you up because i think you need me to fuck you.

i will open my eyes to you in the morning and you will be on top of me and we will slide smooth against each other and i will say good morning love and your eyes will sparkle and you will move inside me like you were meant to be there. you are meant to be inside me.

i am meant to let you love me. kiss your lips and slide my feet under your legs while we watch the magical movies. sneak popcorn to the dogs and let the cat under the blanket. pull the little one up the hill on a plastic sled so you can watch her laugh all the way down.

we will watch the moon rise and stars shoot and during certain times, the light will amaze us and we will hold hands. i will sing to you in the car and show you how i yodel in secret. you will rub my feet and kiss my forehead, run your hands through my hair like my hair is home. i will watch your face turn toward the pillow while you come and i will hold you through the shaking and curling. i will love you how you want to be loved because it is right and easy and true.

we will walk through the wildflowers and you will tell me stories about how none is as beautiful as me, and i will remind you again and again of gratitude and hope and holy houses.


(freewrite: rhea found the led zeppelin houses of the holy cd in the gutter!: 13 minutes)