I kissed him

Underneath the overgrown branches

with thistles brushing our knees

 

Broke bread with her on a

table covered in years of pine cones

and rain

 

This place I wish to make a home

for what is home but a place

to love the ones we love

 

Restoration

A heady mix of emotions

Excitement and trepidation

rebuilding

building new

sweeping cobwebs out of corners

 

Wishing to do it together

gathered and laughing

so it is not just my home

but walls stuffed with the

straw and love of many

 

I kissed him.

Dead flies strewn about the floor at our feet

Or did he kiss me?