YOUR ROOM

YOUR ROOM

I spent
a night in your room
choosing the couch
over your bed,
my most regretted decision
(our bodies not
      in apposition

minds in the morning
finding opposition)

and me
   and what I am and
what you might
have transformed me to
be

leaving no trace
of
   me or
my passion

to feel its way into
that carpet, those walls,
adding to
        its meaning, its
flavour
with just a trace
of my identity
    with those others
past,
   current lovers

to whom
this just a room, you just
a woman, most
magical woman

to me
      a comedy, a tragedy,
my Midsummer Night’s Dream.