Dear architect #1

It inches closer to my feet
as i find new places to hide,
where it couldn’t possibly reach me
it drips like honey,
slowly from my cream blinds
tasting reprieve from it’s container,
onto the sill and the floor
taking into itself everything in it’s path

Dear architect,
know me well
hide and seek isn’t made easy with a rectangular floor plan
some prefer to be sought by the light in their own time
what use are large spaces,
if they can’t contain our desires and distresses?

Our hearts beat within the little space enclosed by our ribcage,
so why should we condition our bodies otherwise?
we are outcomes of intimacy
bred in nooks, crevices and curves
edges are a foreign concept,
even country boundaries follow the terrain
edges hurt, they are clean and perfect
and remind us of all that we aren’t.