grassy parking spot with bald tire tracks
pure whipped butter too much bacon
naps and crackles of the fire
bonfire so big
a wheelbarrow fulls worth of flames
fork in a sausage dropped in the ash
naked sauna madness
watching him dance sideways on the pebbles under the full moon
talking and laughing
stars sticks white rocks and endless layers of white waves coming towards us
a shell for the soap
i saw you play the thumb piano into the dogs ear last night
the door opens and closes letting in the cold outside
and now we are home
lights on shining down on the street our glowing home
our home
i love our home and all the stuff inside us