The elves

while I pin a new whim on my lapel
at dawn everyday
and wait for a knock
on my oak door

while I die breathless
each night
seeing the waves make lazy noises
in the darkness

while I blow off -
in dreamy encounters -
brown hugs woven into my blanket
by anonymous love

while I check black words
in my mail box
walking down many miles
never to return

while I push my walls
again and again
to make room in my shack
for my red furniture

they come when I am not looking
and slice my marble hills
into neat cubes
with a hot butter knife

I don't dream their husky voices
chanting-
Be careful what you wish for
'coz you jus might get it

Each morning I wake up
to find smirks and foot steps
on my carpet
making me smile like never before

Did you leave your door open?
You should!
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How I love them?! :D :D :D