all the signs of the world
could not convince me
(thunderstorms in winter,
the peaks cascading off of mountains)
to give you up
no matter how they shriek
(waking terrified from dreams,
hearing sounds in silence)
there will always be your body
and these memories
(a word unwittingly spoken,
eavesdropped relevances)
to keep me from walking away
from this semblance of home
(a door off its hinges,
new floorboards which creak)
as long as you are offering
i will accept
(a glimpse around the corner,
your body in the corner of my eye)