It was love at first sight.
\nImmodest, passionate, soul mates.
\nIt was meant to happen.
\nThe house embraced, whispered,
\nopened its soul.
\nSo much could be done!
\nThe view was north,
\ntoward the pole star.
\nThe street quiet with gardens.<\/p>\n
I have made friends like that.
\nFallen in love.
\nThe taste of a perfect orange.
\nEyes propositioning eyes.
\nSo a house is sold.
\nWalking through the rooms
\nand knowing,
\nthis is how we will come together,
\npainting and polishing,
\nburning incense,
\nhaving dinner.<\/p>\n
And the papers are signed.
\nThe closing, celebrated with a toast.
\nTo rafters aged by rain,
\nroof weathered with sun.
\nBreath of honeysuckle on the fence,
\nthen,
\nwith strange foreboding,
\ndoubt rising like a shriek,
\nthe thought,
\nwhat have I done?!<\/p>\n
In the cold light of dawn,
\nthe poor house exposes
\nits wounded electric,
\nbroken panes,
\nthe cancer of termites in the walls,
\nthe abuse of floors,
\nits face of damaged stone,
\nthe cost restoring what time had done.
\nAnd buyer, poor buyer,
\nlost lover in pain,
\nbuyer\u2019s remorse with a bushel of chains,
\npraying,
\nlove will save in the end
\nhis dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was love at first sight. Immodest, passionate, soul mates. It was meant to happen. The house embraced, whispered, opened its soul. So much could…<\/p>\n