Room Three Thirty-one

I'll meet you in a place
where hearts get twisted in raging fire
as momentous as Thrace
make me your desire

Hands dance, dance, dance
on the small of my back, like the sun
encountered only by chance
make me your room three thirty-one

cloudless eyes writing lines
only for me
a place where these walls confine
make me your poetry

without any delay
spoke with a voice that could raise midnight
those white sheets tangled in the month May
make me your moonlight

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