if i were to build you a house,
assuming i had the skill,
to build for you a house with my own hands,
i would include a tower made of stone standing ten stories tall.
the tower room would have windows roof to floor, a ceiling made of glass to usher in the stars for you,
and a zip line without a harness because f*** it, we’re not playing around, here,
that would bring you to the breakfast table in the mornings as i wait and do the crossword and do my best not to eat your biscuit as it grows cold and your glass of orange juice, condensation on her brow, quietly shakes her head and thinks we’re a little silly.