close-up

tread lightly, do not speak loudly.
behind the closed door, murders ring out,
laughter; and the light flickers,
dances--
now quiet.

i can hear his voice through the phone
held to your face,
the same things he tells to me,
he doesn't want to lose control.

I understand.

we are secluded and
recluse, hidden in the shadows of a building so weak.
we are broken and
burning, hidden in the refuge of wings, so strong.

home is where the heart is;
lie awake in the deep of night and
hear it pump--

strange, how loud blood becomes.