Extending the Branch

Wrapped up in the olive leaf quilt traipsing new ground on feet of persuasion with your silhouette on my mind. The wince of your eyes at the bite in my words and arched resignation on it's way down your spine settling into it's new home. We free this house every Sunday by opening the paint stuck windows and leaning way, way out. It's a long way down because we both insisted on building higher and higher. Reach the trees! Reach the clouds! Reach the sun! Perhaps any relationship built so high would sway in the wind at times. Now, you're on the move again, gripping steering wheels too tight, clenching your jaw with no one to see how handsome you really are. It's these images which chill me absolute until I close the windows on your resignation and rehearse my apology speech, warming independent in my quilt, tattered from far too much use.