Changing room

I was munching on Christmas cookies,  
when the talented Mama Zen handed the personal challenge baton to me.  
Here is my response to her prompt:
if everything was different  

paint the day in lavender black

burnishing hair in purple night

bold as your lacquered nails,

tip tapping along window's edge 

close your dark crow eyes tight

imagining the room bare of clothes,

mirrors changing faces, and 

polished floor reflecting you, just you

for once

instead of spraying the walls all white

creamy and dazzling for other people, 

rearranging furniture, spotless clean

until you are a pale shadow lamp

that once wanted to burn

both ends of the yellow taper candle,

while replaying the short grainy film of

you, wrapped in your lover's rapture

the first

in black and white frames, 

the yearning in your bosom stirs,

churning your belly’s gut sideways,

you rip away maple leafed wallpaper,  

tilt the domed ceiling closer to Pacific sky,

lie on native bamboo bed, unspooled,

if everything was different, 

i want to live


me       

Author's Note:   Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads :  Personal Challenge.

MZ gave me a wide berth to tackle this challenge.  To help me make it more concrete, I used metaphors, colours and contrasts, tools I have learned over the past months.   

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