Best Wishes; Bad News

your best wishes are my bad news
and I'm anchored down on your front porch
postcards are just cracks in the floorboard
an eye through the keyhole of closed doors

innocence, just made progress
kissed stone sheets with velvet lips
slipped our hands up welcome mats
a drop of sweat sunk the thermostat

and how does it feel
when anyone could fall in love with you?