Straw

In the straw tower of your dreams
the two of us have hidden.
We tread in our own footprints —
circles of straw.

We look into each other’s eyes.
We stop and talk.
Staring into each other’s souls —
little sheaves of straw.

In a hearth of straw
we have kindled a fire.
We warm ourselves on nothing.
We burn. Blades of straw.