Room With No Furniture - Adrienne Allmen

Spent moments in bed, on a couch and chairs
But once moments spent in a room with not one of these
No furniture at all
Just our starkness there to warm and light the room
A new light shone upon our fate

In the middle,
Nothing concealing this moment of truth,
Aware of the space in which we lay

Poetry wrote itself that night,
Lipstick pages in my book
Drawn images of your body, my thoughts
Verse by verse

You’re an elegant creature, beauty is sublime
Strong and subtle
I step back for this moment to obverse it, raw
The vision I see is a statue in time

The shyness of our emotions blending with the walls and floor

The room became us.

We were the walls, the windows, the doors and floor
The ceiling and sunlight shining through
Bouncing off the edges, brightening dark corners
Softening the room

Softening our gaze
In which we were consumed

By Adrienne Allmen : New Classic Beauty : http://www.newclassicbeauty.com/