in which the roof is solid

the walls a textured white stucco 

and we sit upon a sofa i've made

which turns out wonderfully

-despite your doubts-

it's late enough to feel special

but not so late as to spoil 

the next morning

we've found a way 

to talk to each other

not like robots

or in stock phrases

but like we really do believe

the other person is good

and they want to be good

and we want to be good

and there's something interesting to discuss

a project even!

and I'm not sure whose feet 

are in whose lap

but the air is clear

and soft

and the story keeps going