Houses Duet

Your body is a city

I shout against these walls

But they echo in veins

Your heart is a house, a home, a cup of chocolate milk

It is cold out here

I have lived alone all my life

In the house that is my heart

With its beat that travels through the city of my limbs like wild fire

Lead me to a key hole

I have golden framed photos on every wall

A grand stand piano that echoes in the aortic tunnels

And makes me ache with melody filled mornings

I love it here

I love from here

I can see you dancing inside of you

Skirt twirling, hair meant for breezes

Your feet bare my stares

Please climb them

Know what I hold dear

Dear, let your eyes hold me like a hole does my curiosity

Ooooooh you

When you smile hello a warm breeze wafts through the windows of my collarbones

The mansions in my gut flood with rain, filled like aquariums when I see you hurt

Parades march down the streets in my towns, with pink confetti and flashing trumpets

When I know that you’re proud

I’ll knock your favourite number if you’d like

Maybe you and I could eat oatmeal in the morning

Plant petunias in the afternoon

Pick whispers at one

And get ahead of ourselves

But I have lived alone in this house all my life

I don’t know how to entertain

You sit perfect happy behind you windows

What music to play

What dishes to  serve

What smile to wear with what dress when I open up the door to this heart

And I know that I have a welcome mat out but the locks are still in place

The curtains are drawn but that’s real glass in the windows

That seem stronger than glass sometimes

I’ve seen you

Strolling past mine, expecting cinnamon buns and table cloths

But truth is: I got none

I’ve got a floor

A table for too many chairs and not much more
I jostle bricks from my sides

To shatter your windows

Close my eyes

And throw hard

If I don’t hear a crack

I’m hoping your windows were open

I could break through

And take the freeway to a meeting place in between our two houses

To a small road side diner where we can decide

Who gets to take who home

Like show and tell

I want to watch you shower sing-shower songs

Sit on the porch after the sun

Brush your teeth

Eat dessert after

Etch every quirk into my cavities to tongue at later on

And I’ll show you how I want to make these rooms a home for someone

I’ll dream about your cupboards, your couches, your electrical outlets

And I’ll tell you that I like dancing in your kitchen with bare feet

Bare arms

Barring all

But you like your kitchen

You must like your house just so

I’ve left mine

So give me your roof

These dark corners don’t last long enough

And maybe there’s enough going on in there that those rooms don’t have room for me

There are nights when these rooms filled with empty engulf me

So I’ll stretch a string with cans at each end to the top windows of the houses in our hearts

I’ll grin you a wind chime

To hang from your strings

And you

You might, or might not, fill my spaces

And whisper “we can kiss each other on the doorstep

But we will always go home alone”

But at least

It’ll ring

And you’ll have my brick to throw back