I want a room with nooks and crannies
and secrets that have left cracks in the
wall. Give me a ghost girl’s attic.
Leave me sleeping and hopeful in
the basement of a boy who touches women
the way he touches flower petals. Gift
me with battles in bed but don’t let
there be a view of wars from my window.
There are sheep in wolves’ clothing in
my closet and I’ve got skeletons
ballroom dancing in the lamplight.
When you come here,
you must leave your heart on my pillow, I
promise I won’t be angry about the bloodstain
that love leaves. I hope dearly that your
pretty spirit haunts my bedroom when you’re
not there. Put a bit of my soul in your perfume
bottles so You can smell like my dreams and we’ll
fuck on the lace You’ll wear to your wedding where the
groom is not me and I am but a wishful dream. I
need a room where
“Hades & Persephone 4ever”
are scratched into the floorboards with a tetanus nail and I
want this to be the room where the dolls remove
their tulle gowns for teddy bears. Where we cut our lips
on crescent moons and too many c,o,m,m,a,s,.
The walls will be painted scarlet fever, the
rug will be stained with witches brew and
my diary will have bite marks on every other page.
Here we’ll put the marble bust of your post-me heart.
This is where the X-ray of my broken wrist will hang.
This is where the painting of the mermaid who called
herself my mother will stay and this is where I place my
silver locket caskets on the bedside table within easy reach.
We’re going to
make art and make love and mostly make
the windowpanes rattle like the snakes I nightmare.
This is the room where you find yourself
half haunted, half headache
wholly cliche macabre. This is the room where
monsters flirt, where God comes to party,
where Lucifer lectures Lolita on love and this
is the room
we make make make
