I built a home
in a city with teeth
with streets leading nowhere
dead ends for dreams

locked into this pigeon coop
sat under a rain drop roof
our faces just grey shapes
we watch those rats race

our nest in this dying tree
winter sprouting inside of me
the dead leaves below
have blossomed from my soul

frozen in the night
we stare at the moon,

Does she crave your touch
as much as I do?

KH.