I want mismatched socks under plaid sheets
Tip-toed bare feet on hardwood dancing
Morning eyes and undone hair
Call me your home and you’ll be mine
Where crescent moon breath
Dries lilac on the windowsill
Shape our hearts into nesting dolls
Tuck them away in velvet pitter patter
If you think you know
I’ll pour certainty into your palms
Settle stardust in these window panes
Their tired bones will bloom
Recycle my silence
Into the pauses you always forget to take
I’ll fill your fractures
With late afternoon honey
Let the good light lead you here
Some sun would do you good
Let the ladders down
Together we can climb the clouds