Black text on
White walls
And perfectly square
Collages in soft matte
Black frames it
Is a soft light that
Makes this room appear
Darker than it is
But you are standing
Barefoot in the center
Of that richly patterned
Rug and smiling like
You want me to
Dance with you
And get ****** up and
Be part of your world

I just can't honestly believe that
I will ever say yes to that again

So I won't try on your
Stack of hats or flip
Through all those books
In the corner
I will talk to you and touch
You and laugh but I
Will not listen to that album
Later I will not be watching
That movie you suggested