The next room

Everything's tongue in cheek if you have the time

Quick to take and shield and fight and fuck

A celebration of sordidness in a cesspool of slime

Fingers to the finish are like waddles from a duck

Pizza is left on pause for an hour or more

Star stuff collides and connects in the next room

New matter is made with my belongings on the floor

Chemistry and destiny is created and consumed

An embrace around the waist and a want for heavy cream

The desire to look and see and remember to not be shy

An unveiling of sounds I'd only heard in a dream

It was a beautiful bit of luck and I'll never understand why

May the morning rise with hope and never regress into regret

What's done is done and how well it was done is worthy of poetry and prose

It was done with emotion and moxie and zest and a love I'll never forget

It means more to me than you think it means and its meaningfulness eternally grows

- P