And as the world burns
we are consumed, yet not by flame.
Closing the window to a silent killer
we retreat to our quilted haven
and build our Acropolis with marble-white sheets.
Here you become Perseus,
Distinctively human in your apotheosis.
Bitter coffee stings the back of my throat
As I drink you in.
And while the outside world is inflected with uncertainty
I build my fortress in you.
Photo courtsey of Roi Dimor