housing and freedom

blood painted on sore places,
like nail varnish - a vibrant smear,
and not altogether hateful.

a pain, no less, no more,
but it seems to suggest an
obvious lack of obsession,

(and i'm happy!)

because better things ring in the air,
see, my dear, a new day and new
words, new inspiration. and,

you see, my darling, i spoke to you.
and it was easy and fun,
and it was natural. i like you.

(i like you i like you i like)

soon, i will walk on your hills
and wonder which house you live in.