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.