Room Twelve

Someone else will be in our room tonight.
Will they see the flicker of the candle light?
Will they sense the promise of the night
And the red wine perfume stealing through the air?

Will strains of music reach their unexpecting ear?
A dim echo of when you and I were near.
Will there be any essence of the tear
Of ecstasy I shed while thrilling to your touch?

As they remove their shirt and put it down
Will they catch a glimpse of silken gown
Discarded on the floor; and will they frown
And wonder at their wild imagination?

When lying underneath the crisp white sheet
Will they perceive our bodies, and their heat
And twining limbs, and clench of hands, and feet
Flailing uncontrolled as passion builds?

And as they fall into a fitful sleep,
Will their dreams be filled with passion deep
Or will they toss, and turn, and weep
For lonely souls apart from those they love?