Smudges of memories Hidden in crevices A blue sofa, white bookcase Merging - our colored vices The drawer offers up a note If you look close enough A perfumed letter, a sensual poem Memories casually stuffed Where the paint smudges Where the door cracks Each - a story bursting If you can see beyond the black From Bondi, Colombo, Vienna Each charm depicting stages, Can you hold that gentle breeze And feel it turn your pages? Fall in love with a story But only through a glimpse See us, as we see us In Kindle sepia and wine rims