The Room
No room for breath in the air
No space for words unkempt
Just a room to share
A room with beds to tempt
those who cannot bare
to leave without tender
No warnings left to air
No smoke left on my tongue
Just the taste of you is there
Waiting to be hung
From your hands— rare
Hands that hold me tender
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