Infinity Room

Inside my mind
Is a memory palace

To the left where you enter
Up the marble staircase
Past the grand piano
Next to the bookcases
Is a room full of you

The room is full of light
Like you
It has hard corners
Like you
I want to paint it with the hues of the mountains we shared

The furniture is burnt wood
With pigeonholes
Every nook is crammed
With a time
A moment
A look
Between us
It is filled with half thoughts
Of love
And abandonment
In equal measure

The ceiling is a mirror
And the floor too
It is an illusion of an endless array of burnt wood shelves
Infinity is imagined
Infinity is infallible
As are we.

If you lose yourself
Come find me
I'll stitch you up
Good as new
Maybe you'll be true then
Maybe you'll still be a construct of my mind.

Amuse

The melting indolence in your voice is enough
The gentle tug of your finger
The lazy roll of almost closed eyes
The after taste of Marlboro
The illusive insistence of permanence.
The amusement at being a muse.
You're enough.