It didn’t matter
How dusty the floor was
or the twisted vines 
Weaving into holy and unholy places

A candle was lit
Illuminating all the nuances
Of faded beauty
Plastered across forgotten walls
 
Exhumed from the unkempt grass
in the backyard
brought inside your dining room
And fed love

I can’t remember
the last time 
I felt
this full