In my lover's house

In my lover’s house

By 

Julia Nadon

In my lover’s house

Every wall stands at an angle

Ready to sway to the beat of

His drum

The air smells of Irish Spring

Mixed with basil

And thyme

And again

It welcomes me to another tryst

Preceded by literary talk

Debates over blues’ masters

Or Scottish airs

Bread and olives

And a bottle of Chianti

Consumed on the dock

Under the setting sun

Followed by a slow

Teasing walk

Back up the hill