I once lived in a dank house of confusion and pain,

with a divine old dog who tried to scratch his back,

on the stars. I could barely breathe there.

But then I met my lover, we started laughing,

and singing all night, and making love,

the house of confusion and pain turned ugly,

and scared the old dog and threatened me,

“you better stop that loving and laughing and

singing all night, or I will fall on you and smother

you with dust.”  I ran to the old and smelly dog,

the fleas scattered in a cloud, I picked him up,

my lover grabbed some clothes, we rushed out the door,

just before the walls collapsed,

there was a huge cloud of dust.

We live in a new house now,  a bright old

house with no name, but big windows and tall ceilings,

a big bed for the divine old dog to sleep on.

At night the house whispers to me,

“I love you, you will always be safe here.”

And, the house said, I love the way you smile.

Fear, I answered, sinks the boat.