My room is not occupied
often during these long years
but now I need it to be
before I check out
My room is dark and cosy
and sometimes its thoughts
flow freely as the rapids
of the Victoria Falls
My room can expand
not too much - but openly
entice and invite excitedly
and supply tenderness
My room is mine alone
but I chose who can enter
maybe it is too late
but it can still change.
My room is a wonder
it inspires a poetess' ideas
it can also close shop
and say - this is enough
My room has a pride
which can be labelled
as a total woman
until it dies screaming.
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