Where do my children go at night?

We lie together to the sound of the classics, the warm glow of the screen leads us along. It's like a movie, with rhythmic twitches we dance
Twisted fingers trace chasms in your veins. In a daze and filled with the love of two strangers. Awaken to the chirping of cardinals, the song of spring. Angels flock to the place where you were born, where they still sing broken hymns. These fluorescent lights and linoleum tile seem older than time, illuminate every piece of dirt in the room while I wait. You are the brightest thing I know: headlights in the oncoming lane