These living room walls
With fire painted
To feel as though you were inside
The sun

And she painted the entryway
Somewhere between blood and burgundy
She turned to him and smiled
The brush still dripping
Hey, she said
We look beautiful in red

He dreams this hall chartreuse
Upon a coat of black
Ah darling please, she sighs
Her most playful sigh
What say we negotiate tonight
Between the sheets of this strange
Domestic life