you make moments
into masterpieces

my room becomes a chamber
a corner in the casket of time
a jewel-toned golden age
with a glossy guitar
and a red velvet case
and jungles through the window
and sunsets in your pupils
and you flow, into the sepia
of the chaise lounge and the
pastels of the curtains
and i sway, criss-crossed on the
chipped floor
and we float, on each note you pluck
and mercy love, you play for hours