THE ROOM

We drive inside
the dark garage

climb up-

the narrow stairs
I hear footsteps
deep in my head

while my heartbeat
drowns my chest,

I taste flowers
smell its scent

but the room is naked
the tree is bare,

I do not remember
what happened next-
your gentle touch
I strongly felt.

I look, around me

What is this room?
It is strong

and square
It gives fire

within my rage,
We tread with
lowered eyelids here

And softly go
behind the blinds,

But hearts may cry
like loaded guns

Brains may yell
in silent hush

And windows soar
from wordless beds

While walls explode
with a violent rush-

Inside-
this room

that is neither mine
nor yours alone.