DOMESTICITY #3

Cigarette ashes drop

On the tip of my shoe...

Rue is the one herb I cannot abide

Or stock, for poetic effect. 

And I let the autumn air in at night.

(Also, my bed is fragile, my boyfriend a fright!)

[NOTE: I love his smile, even when he's not liking the reason why he's smiling, and is somewhat unhappy when he's happy...]