Farmers Branch, TX

Tonight she sleeps by my side
Her hair painted against a pale white pillowcase, fresh
In this place of ours, this bed of ours
The ceiling fan pushes the cooling air
Now that this barbecue summer is looking like
Briquette shaped ashes under the grill
Together we clean and comment
Misunderstand and understand even more
Why just today we shared the insect encrusted beauty
Of old French jewelry, a good meal
And stories of the man who saved our lives
Told by a man who knew him
Perhaps the complication of our lives
Is just to show us the simplicity of gratitude
The true quiet of true love
For as I fall from the heights I