Paintings strewn all across the floor
Bed sheets tossed aside un-ceremonially
Chairs not in their proper places
Documents with neat handwriting in disarray
Curtain billowing from the gentle wind
Wrinkled clothes abandoned in the basket
Boots and stockings unattended
Outside, the brown rustle and fly around at random
Pleased to just run aimlessly
To laugh unrestrained
We roll in the meadow
Not worrying about the dirt
Nor minding the grass stuck in our hair
As long as we can hold each other
In our arms
Our lips touch gently
We blush and you giggle bashfully
Who cares
Let this mess
Be the evidence
