where and when

wrapping up last night, around the time

Taking to your presence, talking off the wine

Today you undressed

then shuffled towards the closet

picking out the way you'd feel.

You're still green,

and rake opinions through your teeth.

The crease in this bed and us,

stuck in time, between your breathes.

Always changing tunes,

being here is being with you.

Apart from a part of the lonely and the blues.

The tables tilt

fanning deck

showing hands and shaking down the rent.

This home was built upon a bet.

Its all part of the way I know anything

Growing out the times, fanning feathers

hopefully getting it right.