Houses

Houses are faces
With jaws on the street,
Their people are silent
'Neath blanket, 'neath sheet.
Their eyes are windows,
The windows have eyes,
Soft feet meeting floors
With creaks and with sighs.
I pass as I come,
I pass when I go,
My steps familiar
And my sway they know.
Me in the bowels,
The guts and the heart,
Inside of a house
Inside of the dark.