You step into this room
by danger of sanity
because the whirlwind
contained in its embrace
will turn you dizzy


here the paraphernalia of love
the tools of excitement are stored
undusted and possibly rusted
longing for oil or lifesap

the walls will accomodate
stretch and clasp your wrists
and leave you shamelessly naked
to my hands and eyes and tongues of fire

the way you tap on my walls
will surely give you the breakthrough
you desire
do not blame me

If you never leave again