I carried with me a blanket and a single pillow to that abandoned house for me and my love. We would make that our home for the day, spreading covers over dusty floors so the daddy longlegs could not get to her, because she was mine, and I think the spiders knew. They can sense the rythm, some beating hearts and the movements swaying in and out, tempting me to stay here forever. The atmosphere of heaven felt warm enough to release, so I braced my love for sensation, and let the ecstasy fade in. It was her looking at me in those days asking for a family, allowing freeflowing love to enter in unprotected, being the kids that we were, we settled in that night as I held her close in that vacant loft. I knew I would not be able to see until the morning, so I continued to use my hands as guides, first remembering her face, then remembering how we could not sleep that night, how we laughed and kissed half scared as the roaches hissed, but now I sit in real homes, the ones that contain the people and their possessions, telling me that I too will have this soon, that I will have lights, even nightlights so that I may see my love. Sometimes in the middle of thought, or just in the middle of sleep, I tend to think my eyes decieve me, I reached a peak that night, in the dark, recalling my vision, it was blank, it was just the sound of another loving me, and the feeling of a beating heart; goodnight my love, don't let my movements wake you.