In this room
He places his palm on the side of my face
Runs his other hand down my waist
My mind is mostly blank
I have but one thought:
No where else, not in another place,
Can I melt and mold and create
Like I do in this little room today.
He places his tent inside my brain
Setting a fire never doused by rain
Paying his rent with words and gestures
I let him in willingly
I’ll take the pain, the weight of the wait.
He can stay. He can stay
Like I do in this little room today.
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