if we could buy a house

we sat up late
and talked about books
"i read that one"
"i didn't read that one"
forgetting to turn out
the light, growing
lazy, eyes growing weighty,
resting on shoulders
until the conversation
dissipated into moon
light of bedroom
on the wall.
we woke up in 9:15
light through slanted
blinds, a rattling window
annoyance and dreamed
about far away cities
like dusseldorf and
copenhagen and
we wondered where things
were like the david and the
sistine chapel and
van gogh's self portrait.
we wondered if we could
stay under the covers and
hide. we wondered if
we could buy a house in
italy. and be happy,
leaving everyone behind.