by Nicole Fegan Simon Sun what i am looking for in love is shelter — from the rain, from myself, and even from the sun. our home is inhospitable. woodpecker trellis; evergreen tree. i complain. this we know —  laughter over cold toes, winter heat, the crack of light between our doors. and i storm; i storm. i cannot build the vernal dam. wherever i am rock i blame the river for erosion. i want to vacation in your life. soft, fragile kisses far beyond our view. let me build up