we room

entering a different room
the lighting is similar
positions are different
I experience mannequin envy

we keep our hands warm in each other
our step is march
our heels clack, noses bleed
from our own loftiness

It is a wonderful life
being room to room led
fed and oiled and spoiled
food and water and sex

we are offered toys and tokens
which we grab, fight over
hide from each other
throw out crashing glass

smoke forced apart
pushed into door frames
separated by bulletins
scandal that brings back our drool

entering a different room
with soft surrendered animal fur
no sign of knives
hides for laying against

chant is appropriate
gospel singers surround us
their mission is to see every all
sing the notes, walk off with words

the hymns of time collide
Love is God
cross stitch cadence
quilt of pain, glued with passion

last room before journey begins